Today, I’m pleased to have Lynda McKinney Lambert as a guest. She’s the author of Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage (Kota Press, 2003) and Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems. (DLD Books, 2017) She’s also an artist and teacher who suddenly lost her eyesight ten years ago. You can read reviews of Walking by Inner Vision on my blog and on the Vision Aware site. Here’s one of her poems, which you can also read on her blog. It’s about her grandmother’s cream pitcher, a photo of which is below.
Ida Matilda’s Cream Pitcher
by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2017
I loved to spend endless, languid
days at Grandma’s house, sitting
around her plentiful kitchen table. Ida
Matilda’s raisin-filled cookies, sprinkled with
apple pies and yeast breads served hot from her oven
tart cherry desserts and homemade blackberry jam.
I poured heavy cream this morning, from her
old ivory creamer, a
little piece of McCoy pottery, circa 1940, Art
Deco, with faded daisies and pale green
a glass vase of old-fashioned pink roses on a
soft cotton table-cloth, the color of Ida’s blushing cheeks.
Creamers like this had a mate but the open sugar
bowl, now lost.
Reservations were never necessary
even when times were tough, she served her
husband and 7 children
around the abundant table. A tolerant
Mother, she filled her creamer with sweet
milk every day.
Patiently I touch the smooth brown glazed
Ida’s cream pitcher felt cool in my
today. It spilled out the sound of her laughter
caused me to cinch my fingers around its girth
her pale eyes were the ice blue winter sky.
Every time I hold her cream pitcher it
reveals memories of refreshing new cream.