As I stand here in the kitchen,
Doing what I do each and every Sunday,
Preparing for our busy week ahead,
I can’t even imagine life without you.
You are always by my side.
There when I need you.
What a helper you are to me.
Cooking,
Baking,
Cleaning up.
Whatever I need, you are always there to support me.
Please don’t ever run out on me.
I can’t live without you,
My dear parchment paper.
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This post is part of the annual month-long Slice of Life writing challenge organized by Two Writing Teachers. Join us! It’s my third year of slicing in the challenge and I’m looking forward to writing and learning along with all of you.
Wondering and Wandering 
I read your ode and it reminded me how I once needed parchment paper on Sunday and walked to a local store to buy it and then thought that when I was a child the stores were closed on Sundays and parchment paper didn’t even exist in Estonia at that time. I can’t imagine life without it anymore.
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What DID we do when stores were closed Sunday? Of course we survived!
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You never know when a slice is going to pop up! Enjoyed your Ode poem. Parchment paper does come in handy!
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“I can’t live without you,; My dear parchment paper.” – I love it! As I read the poem, I was predicting the final line. It surprised me, but I loved it. Thank you for sharing your poem!
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I love this! I too, wouldn’t’ survive without my parchment paper. This made me giggle!
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What a crisp and lovely Sunday slice! I could imagine this kitchen and this thought surfacing in your surroundings. Thank you for sharing!
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Love this, Christie! A great twist.
I’m parched now — better go have an Irish beer.
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Hah! Cheers!
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Love the ending–didn’t see it coming. I have parchment paper but don’t use it. I’m gonna start now.
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Get some…fast! You’ll never look back.
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What a great way to pay homage to those things we don’t ever stop to appreciate. Love this!
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I was not expecting the parchment paper ending but I p day!sld do an ode to my garbage dish…red plastic…reliable…and used every pre
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Haaaa! What a great ending. Never would have guessed that in a million years. I’ll probably have to look on my parchment paper with a new-found respect and admiration!
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Tricked ya! 🙂
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I love your ode to parchment paper. I’ve come to depend on it! My cousin saw how much I use it and ordered a packet of already cut paper sized to fin my baking sheet. It has me spoiled.
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Ooo. That’s the fancy stuff, LOL!
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I, too, have a special relationship with PP. What a fun post!
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I hate when I run out of parchment paper!!!!
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What a great ode…not what I was expecting!
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Fun and original! I’ll have to think of what sparks similar love for me!
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I was trying to figure out the ending before I got to it, but was not expecting that! I don’t even own parchment paper! Ha! I wrote an ode to my paring knife last year after I threw it away and had to dig through gross stuff to find it! I could not live without that!
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Get some, Leigh Anne. It save so much time when you have to clean up!
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I started using parchment paper about nine years ago as a sub for aluminum foil when I baked cookies. It was a where-has-this-been-all-of-my-life aha-moment. Alas, I can relate to not wanting to run out of it.
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That last line…what a fun surprise!
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I love the twist at the end! Your poem left me with a smile this evening. Thanks, Christie!
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