My Poems (2) Grandma yelled out ‘There’s tails in the pan’,And then it caught fire.So soon the draughty back playroomGot a new stove andBecame the hub of the house.But what of the old kitchen,Beneath the loft where I layFrozen with the large windows all around,Bodget and squashTransformed it into a bogAnd a store,For mother’s materialContinue reading “Kitchen Conversation”