Funerals can truly be augmented by a poem that is apt and fitting for the person you have just lost. The following list of funeral poems about the cooking are perfect for chefs, cooks, and those who simply enjoyed spending time in the kitchen cooking for their loved ones.
Grandma’s Apron
by Tina Trivett
The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was every day to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about.
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found.
Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.
MORE THYME! MORE THYME! MORE THYME!
by Michael Ashby
A timer‘s ringing in my ear
The dish of my lifetime is finally here
Love, family, friendship and cake
Ingredients that really helped keep me awake
But I’ve now run out of that most important of all
I’ve scoured the kitchen and even searched the hall
If only I’d been more sage with my thyme
And possibly quaffed a little less wine
So please stand and shout with me, if you don’t mind
MORE THYME! MORE THYME! MORE THYME!
Mother’s Apron
by Joyce Johnson
Mother wore an ample apron
To cover her clean dress.
She’d tell you that’s what it was for
If you asked her, I would guess.
But that apron had more uses
Than I could ever count.
It brought in eggs and vegetables
And could hold a large amount.
I’ve seen her use that apron
To wipe her dripping brow
As she laboured over the big range
That’s just an antique now.
Her apron could bring giggles
In a game of peek-a-boo
With her newest, sweet grandbaby
As she hid her face from view.
When we kids were hurt or crying
We’d run to find her lap
She’d wipe the falling tears away
With a bit of apron flap.
That apron dusted tables
And shooed away the flies
It did just fine as oven mitts
To take out bubbling pies.
But the greatest of the treasures
That old apron could ever hold
Was the endless love from Mother
Abiding in each fold.
Riches
by Jeanne D. Rhein
They say that times were tough then
That money was very tight
But I remember my childhood
And I know that can’t be right.
Mum would cook our dinner
Dad came home at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive.
We wouldn’t eat from a microwave
Or a restaurant down the street
We all ate Mum’s home cooking
And boy that can’t be beat.
We didn’t eat in front of the TV
Or with a phone in our hand
We weren’t plugged into a stereo
bopping to the latest band.
We would all sit at the table
Everyone in their place
There were never any surprises
We recognised every face.
Brothers to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night.
We laughed we joked we talked we ate
We were a family don’t you see
Though some may have been raised poor
You can see it wasn’t me.
We ate greens, we ate biscuits
We ate lamb chops and fresh-picked peas
We said yes dad, we said no dad
We said thank you mum and please.
So when you talk of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me.
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