Sugar Granny
Standing in the fudge shop
Warm and sweet
Back to childhood smell and taste
Mum at the stove stirring
Experimental balls dropped in water
Exact moment for beating, as
Crystals form and fudge crumbles
All my life at special times
Mum melted boiled and beat
Poured in a tray, set it to cool
Then marked the caramel squares
To pack in a tin, these for me
For sister, niece, for son, tokens of love
Standing in the fudge shop
In from the cold with Luca
I tell the Fudge man mum’s story
And hear the tears beneath my voice
I could never learn the trick I say
We let mum’s gift die with her
In the heady butter sweetness
Luca is asleep at last
My granny gift is peace for his mum
It’s only love and sugar
In whatever form it comes, so
Mix it pour it, share it, pass it on
February 2009, Brighton Wai kiki moo cow cafe. For my daughter Rosie
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this is one of my favorites
ReplyDeleteof coures I love them ALL!!!!!!
please email me every time you rie a new one so I can read it then put a comment on!!
ReplyDeletesorr that word rie was supostet to be RITE.
ReplyDeleteoh and that word SORR is sapost to be SORRY.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about your spelling Lily. I'm just interested in what you say. Did you realise that this poem was about all that nan did for us all, especially all the lovely cooking she did? It's also about what you miss about people when they are gone and about how somethings will suddenly remind you of a person. We love that Brighton fudge don't we?!
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