Spatula

It mixes cakes
Tarts and pies
Slices and buns
Set out to buy

I touch it and am taken back
To when the wood was felt by snow
Cut down in a single swipe
1000 years it took to grow

The bones left in the ground
The body taken away
Carved and sanded
Seeing the light of day

She bought it, passed it down
From her son to his daughter
Each bringing new talent
To make your mouth water

I add ingredients
Including vanilla
I mix it around
With her wooden spatula