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WNIJ broadcast one winning Mother's Day poem each day this week during Morning Edition. The poems were selected by our contest judge, Susan Porterfield, from 85 submissions received.The most recent poem -- the one at the top of the queue -- is Porterfield's "Honorable Mention."

Blueberry Pie Stirs Memories Of Mom In Winning Poem

Carl Nelson

Food -- the sight and smell of it -- is a powerful trigger for memory. The aroma of a freshly-baked pie, for example, can take us back decades to when we were children in our mother's kitchen.

Perhaps this is why so many poets write about food. A quick search takes you to PoetrySoup.com where you'll find a hundred poems about everything from watermelon to cheesecake. Another search lands on SusanPorterfield's book Kibbe -- the title poem to her 2012 collection, named after a Middle Eastern dish.

So when WNIJ asked Porterfield to judge our Mother's Day Poetry Contest, we knew she'd be on the lookout for a poem about food. One, "Mom's Blueberry Pie," caught her attention:

Many poems were submitted about the cooking skills of the mother or about a mother’s special recipe or dish, but “Mom’s Blueberry Pie” stood out for me, because—I must confess—it made me hungry for pie. The kinds of pies named are intriguing, “mincemeat,” and ‘Vidalia onion torte” and roasted rhubarb. They seemed domestic, a kind of pie that one would indeed concoct from produce harvested from one’s own garden, and thus I felt the poem made a connection between mother and family and home and food. But I also confess that the rhyme scheme and tone of the poem amused me. I mean, who wouldn’t love the paring of the words “savory” with “blueberry” or the punch of “et” with “yet”? And, for that matter, who doesn’t love pie?

The poem is by Darsha Primich of DeKalb. Porterfield selected this and four others to be read on WNIJ. We include the text below this video of Primich reading her work.

Mom’s Blueberry Pie Our Mother had a favorite love-hate sore Called “kitchen” that included feeling pressed To pie gourmand and claim it not a chore When fruits were ripe and vines well-dressed. Mincemeat, Vidalia onion torte, savory Lemon soufflé, roasted rhubarb, Mom’s tart Revealed. But it was her best – blueberry That blessed our tongues and stained our hungry hearts. Dear Mother’s gone now to her great reward Where not one blackbird sings a sixpence song. No red-tipped rolling pin, no flour board. No sweet-eyed pie with perfect lattice. Gone Away, away as fast as could be et. And blue our satisfaction unmatched yet.

Listen for our final winning poem Friday during Morning Edition at 6:45 and 8:45. Then come back here for a video of the reading, plus Porterfield's remarks.

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