Posted in Daily post, Word prompt

Can I lick the wooden spoon?

cake bowl licking

It’s a right of passage, every mothers duty

To hand down that wooden spoon,

Down the generation it goes, life’s simplest of pleasures

A tradition, a culture followed from Canada to Calcutta

 

When do we grow up, wanting more?

When does, can I? become want and want becomes need?

When does need becomes more than I need?

A tradition, a culture spreading from North to the South

 

Life’s simplest of pleasures,

That’s all I want.

 

Daily post word : Pleasure

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pleasure/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author:

I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour.

18 thoughts on “Can I lick the wooden spoon?

  1. If only we all took more time to enjoy life’s simple pleasures the more we would realise it’s the simple things that make the biggest difference in the world x

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