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Mother Makes Doughnut Holes
Wilda Morris


The odor of hot grease spreads
through the house
like pine scent in December.
I am as excited as I was Christmas morning
as I watch Mother shape the mixture
of mashed potatoes, sugar and flour,
form it into little balls, plop them
gently into the pot where oil
bubbles and sputters.

Mother pulls them out with a slotted spoon,
drains them on an old terrycloth towel.
Happily I lift the steamy brown balls
with a serving spoon, drop them into a bowl
of sugar, turn them till they sparkle.
Even now, decades later, each bubble
in a pot of simmering oil is Mother’s chuckle.
As I imagine her here again, every doughnut hole
becomes a smiley face.

© by Wilda Morris.
Used with the author’s permission

Wilda Morris is the author of three poetry collections and two nonfiction books. Fond of walks in the woods, along shorelines or riverbanks, or through towns and cities, she especially enjoys walking with a grandchild or great-grandchild, seeing things through their eyes. Wilda, who lives in the Chicago suburbs, also loves to travel—whether to places she has never been or to those that have become almost like home due to repeated visits. For more than 14 years--until she got locked out due to a technical glitch--she provided a monthly poetry challenge for ot her poets at



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What a nice memory. I can see you turning the donut holes in the sugar til they sparkle - along with seeing your own sparkling smile, Wilda.
Posted 05/11/2024 01:56 PM
What a wonderful memory to share, Wilda. Your vivid images make me think I can smell the doughnuts as I write this. What a nice mother, to cook them at home for the family.
Posted 05/11/2024 10:17 AM
Love this memory, Wilda!
Posted 05/11/2024 09:59 AM
What a delicious memory! This lit up all my senses. Thank you, Wilda and Jayne!
Posted 05/11/2024 12:17 AM
Yay, Wilda. Miss being with you at Bjorklunden. Cheers, Mandi
Posted 05/10/2024 03:28 PM
Wilda, What a scrumptious poem in all ways. The scene of mother making donuts, a child sugaring them, all that love and goodness. Thank you.
Posted 05/10/2024 02:56 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
Love this charming delightful Mother's Day poem. I could smell, taste and see the delicious doughnut holes from start to finish and of course the smiles on the faces of doughnut hole, mother and daughter. Lovely story.
Posted 05/10/2024 02:32 PM
Thanks for this.
Posted 05/10/2024 01:16 PM
Lori Levy:
Beautiful memory. Love how the doughnut hole becomes a smiley face.
Posted 05/10/2024 12:47 PM

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