Ode to the Bowl



Who would have ever thought

A bowl could hold ties to memories brought

By a little bundle that took us like an explosion

On a seven year ride, seemingly without stop in motion. 


It went from holding snacks, to spaghetti, to desserts

Always allowing for those sneaky, sharing flirts

Finally reigning supreme over the breakfast tradition

A known comfort as life goes through countless transitions.


What happens when you hear out of the blue,

As you are adding the magic organic moo,

“Grandma, I’m big now, I’m seven years old,

I don’t think I need the baby bowl,” you’re told.





3 thoughts on “Ode to the Bowl

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