MY BAKING PAN

A heart like an aluminium pan, 
A little dented, 
A little out of shape. 
Not broken, 
No holes, 
Just bent. 
My pan and I, 
We are many years old, 
But we're still here. 
Careworn, weatherbeaten, 
Our looks are gone. 
But well-seasoned and capable, 
We do the job, 
And we do it well.


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Sunitha Mary Mookken has always enjoyed writing but it took a backseat with work and kids. Now that she is in-between jobs, she has turned once more to the things that comfort her, among which is writing for the sheer joy of it. 
Storyhouse has published Sunitha here: https://www.storyhouse.org/sunitham.html
Sunitha's poems can be found in The Good Within The Khaos Magazine:
https://www.magcloud.com/webviewer/3284018?__r=8659367&s=w