Left Over




I found a piece of mom's pie,
frozen since Christmas.

I observed it as a holy relic,
ashamed by the disregard
with which I had slipped it
into a ziplock bag.

I must have tipped the door
closed with my toes
and set about my lists as if
there would always be more.

How quickly I had forgotten it,
made flat in the weight
of these days.

I salvaged the remains
with a sterling fork
but the butterscotch
tasted like peas.

– Teresa Kiplinger



 See how I incorporate my poetry into my jewelry work here.


7 comments


  • Lisa Kerr

    I found a little gem of my own…#instagram 💓


  • Kendria Thompson

    This is the emotions of so many right now. We are in this together. For you, I wish for brighter days!

    Beautiful words & jewelry, Teresa.


  • MOM

    I’ll bake you a new one💕💕
    Love you


  • Sharon Schaefer

    What a sweet poem. So very touching. I know that taste of frozen food quite well.


  • Carolyn Mullen

    Love you poetry and metal work… you are so talented! This particular poem is so raw and beautiful, it touched me to my core! xox


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