We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that’s been making pancakes in our house
since our children and grandchildren were little
Every Saturday morning at a slow and steady pace
we’d stack pancakes on the table…some with a happy face.
As we got more creative we found a way to play.
We added colors…we made flowers into a beautiful pancake bouquet.
We made pancakes in all shapes and colors and sizes
I believe our Mickey Mouse was the best!
And as we grew in confidence we began taking their requests.
No request was rejected..no matter how big…or little
for we knew despite our lack of artistic talent…
there was magic in this griddle.
The children and grandchildren are all grown now
and yesterday with just a little fanfare
We decided to make pancakes for our dinner
And were delighted…because the magic was still there.
All the magic of all those Saturdays…
All those pancakes made when they were little…
All those moments made more memorable
by the magic of the griddle.
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