Taste of Childhood
I will always remember,
dining chairs at the kitchen cupboards,
and plaiting pastry
for the tops of apple pies.
I will remember rice puddings
made at least once a fortnight
despite the fact
only you seemed to like them.
I will remember afternoons,
and thick cut real bread
with home made jam
and cups of tea milky and sweet
in tiny mugs
that now
I could wrap my hand around.
I will remember your
face when I came home from school
and the way your arms
felt around my back.
I will remember I love you still.
Good afternoon fellow NaPoWriMo participants and lovely, lovely readers!
I’ve been a bit lazy about getting my novel written the past few days so once this poem is up I’m disappearing for a couple of hours to get the next chapter polished off and that 50,000 word count finally crossed out.
I just want to remind you all that starting Monday, Writing & Works will be hosting guest posts by poets from across the blogging spheres up until the end of the month.
I’m hoping for a guest post each day and currently we have two poets who’ve signed up so we’re still looking for more!
Interested or know someone who might be? Email me at caroljforrester@hotmail.com
More information about the event on my post ‘Call For Guest Bloggers‘.
Feel free to share the call. The more people who hear about it the more poets we can get involved and the more readers we can introduce to them!
Happy NaPoWriMo.
love love love!
Thank you. π
I’ve definitely been in that kitchen too Carol! So nostalgic and really beautifully captured. Lovely π
Thank you.
I shall share your call for poets on Twitter.
Thank you π