When I was just a little tad
Not more than eight or nine,
One special treat to make me glad
Was set apart as "mine."
On baking days she granted me
The small boy's dearest wish,
And when the cake was finished, she
Gave me the frosting dish.
I've eaten chocolate many ways,
I've had it hot and cold;
I've sampled it throughout my days
In every form it's sold.
And though I still am fond of it,
And hold its flavor sweet,
The icing dish, I still admit,
Remains the greatest treat.
Never has chocolate tasted so,
Nor brought to me such joy
As in those days of long ago
When I was but a boy,
And stood beside my mother fair,
Waiting the time when she
Would gently stoop to kiss me there
And hand the plate to me.
Now there's another in my place
Who stands where once I stood.
And watches with an upturned face
And waits for "something good."
And as she hands him spoon and plate
I chuckle low and wish
That I might be allowed to wait
To scrape the frosting dish.
This poem is in the public domain.
Edgar Guest (1881 - 1959) was born in England, but moved with his family to Detroit, Michigan, when he was ten years old. He worked for more than sixty years at the Detroit Free Press, publishing his first poem at the age of seventeen, then going on to become a reporter and columnist whose work was featured in hundreds of newspapers around the country. Edgar is said to have written some 11,000 poems during his lifetime, most of it sentimental, short, upbeat verse. Critics often derided his work, but America adored him. He was known as the "People's Poet," served as Michigan's poet laureate, hosted a long-running radio show and TV show, and published more than twenty books.
Ah, yes. I can identify with this. When there are no children around, I lick the beaters and clean out the dish myself. But I'd rather have a child, grandchild or great-grandchild to share it with.
Posted 07/08/2022 10:11 AM
I love Edgar Guest poetry - and this one was fabulous!!
Posted 07/07/2022 09:34 PM
Ah, Edgar Guest, subject to the long arm of Jayne. Fun.
Posted 07/07/2022 09:49 AM
I grew up with Edgar's poetry in Detroit, and his influence inspired me to write.
Posted 07/07/2022 09:35 AM
A total delight . . . I'm still begging for the frosting dish at age 75!!
Posted 07/07/2022 08:59 AM
I'm with Joan. Been there, done that. The mixing spoon, the two beaters, and the bowl -- a prizes competed for by my siblings and I. It was a very special day, indeed, when you just happened to be the only child around when the mixing was done.
Posted 07/07/2022 08:28 AM
Theres nothing like being a child and licking the mixer/beaters batter or frosting, especially as an adult!
Posted 07/07/2022 07:41 AM