My father was a Chemist, <br />and the Apothecary symbol was <br />a mortar and pestle. <br />Elements were ground together, <br />and a newer compound emerged, in <br />line with the scientific theory, that <br />'nothing created ceases to exist'. <br /> <br />Walking the mountain, <br />grinding up the hill, <br />the daily grind, of <br />tolerance and acceptance, <br />and self denial, <br />all produced a newer person, <br />a pearl of great price, <br />an oyster grind, <br />'two women grinding at the mill, <br />one taken, another left, <br />two men in bed, one...' <br />the daily grind. <br />Grinding teeth in rage, <br />or after a filling, <br />'grind your teeth to solidify'. <br /> <br />When I think of the mortar and <br />pestle, and life's grind, <br />and grinding, a farrier, <br />my great grandfather's <br />Limerick forge, <br />at Castlemahon. <br />I think of newer compound, <br />and Resurrection, <br />where nothing was lost.<br /><br />Bernard Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mortar-and-pestle/
