I Used to Be...

I used to be a plastic plate,

Tough and flexible,

Easy to clean and hard to break,

Not very fancy,

Prone to being warped by heat.

Then I became a Cast Iron Skillet,

Strong and heavy,

Unwavering in heat

Practical and rustic

Long lasting and old fashioned,

With a hearty, down-home flavor

If I live, I’ll grow to be,

An anvil

Able to be hammered about,

Tolerant and docile

Others will mold themselves by my foundation

Self-sufficient and stand alone, yet supportive of the weak

Unbreakable and pure,

Used to high stress.