She uses a rolling pin
to flatten the dough.
It has knobby wooden handles
and a heavy steamroller body
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A way to a man's heart is through his tummy...so the cookies could be a winner....lol...although all jest aside there appears to be a whimsical sense of sadness in your poem and a hankering for companionship. On reflection how easy to turn heads when one is youthful. However aging need not be a lonley experience and we certainly don't need to settle for less than the best.10+
Rolling pin flattens with amazing view. This poem is very brilliantly penned and wise sharing is done really...10
Hey, Jette! I’m trying to remember if I read this before and can’t. But I just read it now and like it; this is a fine poem. Your description of the process is excellent, and I dig the understated poignancy of it. Lying awake before rising this morning I thought of a cummings poem and thought of you. If you don’t know it already, check out the one that begins “my sweet old etcetera...” The best to you! -Glen