OCTOBER WINDS
Wild
and
wicked,
they whip the
washing from the line
and desecrate the blossom on the crab apple
tree,
It’s an indoor day
for me.
A memory seeps inside
my mind
of another time.
When, snug and warm
inside our home,
we children played at
hide and seek.
Father’s voice sang a
song of joy.
Morning calls
for fun and feasting.
So rarely did he cook
for us,
but this tasty breakfast
treat was his one ‘pride and joy’.
We danced a jolly jig
to his
melodic humming,
waited for the pan to
sizzle.
Nothing smells like buttery
toast.
And placed on it the savory
mix;
leftover dinner,
lamb, peas and gravy.
Baked potatoes,
crumpled and smashed.
Even the title
caused us to giggle
and chant
around the kitchen,
“Bubble
and
Squeak”.
VGOW
04/10/16
