KD's Poetry

Wisdom in Hands                                                          

By KD Smith

Sift together the dry -   

Flour, soda, salt

Make a well

In the wooden bowl

Pour in the buttermilk

Slowly, slowly

Use a fork to 

Blend in your shortening

Gently, Gently

Pull the flour into the milk

Too much touch

Will toughen the dough

Form into rounds

And place on the pan

Nana’s aged hands 

Make light biscuits

Her hands taught

By her mother, taught

By her mother, taught

By hers -

Teaching mine now

I’ll teach the next.

Two ingredients

Never spelled out

But vitally important -

Love

And

Patience

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Papaw’s Strawberries

By KD Smith

Ruby red in a sky-blue bowl

Strawberries, dew-kissed,

Fragrant and still warm

From the summer morning sun

Placed on the table by aged hands

Straight from the sandy garden

Guarded from deer by shining twisting tins

And a scarecrow that looked like Granny

Love wrapped up in sweet red fruit

Picked at the height of ripeness

Washed, sliced, and parceled out

For Papaw’s five little girls

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