“Thanksgiving Eve”

This piece was written a year ago, but it all holds true. I wish you all a moment, a day, a lifetime of reasons to love and connection to gratitude. ~ mlp

“Thanksgiving Eve”

Last night,
mid-stroke across pie dough that was stretched
over a floured cotton cloth,
my rolling-pin quit.

The ball bearings within grew suddenly weary
with their job of spinning and turning smooth wood across the union of butter and flour.

That which had unfolded with such ease
for so many years, now pushed
back against my forearms.
So, I laughed.

Because truly –
what is this life, if not a place to use up
apples and cinnamon and sticky cold lumps of dough and strong wooden pins?

What is this life,
if not a place to use up your love
in the biggest of ways, but especially
the smallest ones – like making a pie?

With each task at hand, what is this life?

© martha lee phelps
November 23, 2017

~for mom, who taught me how, and my children, who asked me to teach them.

Jeanie (my mama) and Ginny Jean (my youngest and now 4th generation pie maker) – back in Nov. 2000

About Martha Phelps Studio ~ creative on purpose

...a meandering journal of a changing life and the unexpected graces it brings. Earlier posts may provide some history, but this series of writings aren't likely to follow a straight line as I explore topics such as raising kids, making choices, self discovery, the impact of change on a family and how to (hopefully) live with balance and purpose. www.marthaphelps.com
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