OCTOBER WINDS

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