happiness came in stone coloured crockeryin a pudding bowl with a wooden spoon
with each stirring of something special
creamiest of mixtures worked and poured
into baking tins placed high on oven racks
timed to rise to light and airy perfection
kitchen aromas drifted into the sitting room
where Ernie sat in his comfy chair
busy making roll ups in front of a red glow fire
tissue thin paper sandwiched a pinch of baccy
pressed and rolled into shape then finished with
spit lick before being stored in an old tin
but the best bit of all for a seven year old fidget
the remains left in the bowl of plenty
handed over by nan with a smile and a wink