Smell the pine in the floorboards
Polished with wear
Smell the oiled tablecloth
And the kerosene in the lamp
Feel the shift in the old chair
As you sit and watch the white curtains
Filter the window light
Hear the pan sputter
As the stove heats the butter
The bacon sizzles
The toast pops
The eggs crackle
Spread the jam
And taste the ham and its fixings
Take it in
So much love in the kitchen
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Takes me back to my childhood - formica worktops, aluminium saucepans, an old stove - thanks for the memories Lorna - a really enjoyable read.
Ahhh formica - which my little sister put a boiling pot on and watched it melt and bubble up all around the pot! Her age saved her life............
You’ve made me so
hungry, Lorna!
I’ve got to go to get
myself some breakfast
for lunch...pronto!
I enjoyed your clean
and tasty poem with
all the fixings!
~Laura~
Now you've made me hungry Laura and it's snowing (today it's going to be a doozy) and so what else will there be to do except shovel snow and eat! Take it in ... and work it off!!! Let's go eat! Mangiare
A fine write Lorna.
Thank you Orchidee! I should have added "hear Orchidee sing!" to the list..........
Hi Lorna,
A lovely poem expressing the joy of home comforts and the power of our senses!
Thanks
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you!
What delicious piece of writing.
I enjoyed reading this with my morning coffee 😊
Thanks Lorna. Argghh - would me singing drive the senses crazy, send them into a torment, some hideous downward spiral, etc?! Dunno - depends if ya got ear plugs in. lol.
Funny man............ I bet you sing like an angel........
Ohh. the hills are alive.... I only know about 3 songs! Not really. lol.
Thank you for taking me back to the Sunday brunches of childhood.
Very good write I could smell the bacon - three rashers please.
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