A Recipe for Love
We are never short of sweets at home –
when Mother takes out the cookbook,
I get the bowls and the electric whisk
ready for action.
Take a snowdrift of flour,
a golden lake of molten butter
in the old brown saucepan
and laughter and jokes
according to taste.
As the chocolate chips
clatter and rattle in the bowl,
blend in a bittersweet childhood memory
from long ago.
Bake until golden-brown.
(Don't forget to lick the bowl.)
Smile at each other and say "Well done".