On some Mondays, I expand on an entry in my Gratitude Journal. GRATEFUL today for this pan.
HOW MANY TIMES have I washed this pan,
just from making that coffee cake,
the one that goes to so many gatherings?
And if pans could talk,
what stories would they tell about us?
Perhaps my epitaph will read “She made that cake.”
Certainly worse things have been said about a person.
I stand over the sink and think about legacy,
how it’s carved out of the common tools.
If you wonder what yours will be,
look around you at the tools you use most,
what it is you hammer away at.