When Mum
had Edward
it was only two days
before Christmas.
She was still
in Hospital on Christmas Day
and just when they all got
their
lunches
Mr Mayor,
the Mayor,
came round the wards
and made speeches
hard luck
it was being
in Hospital on Christmas Day.
When we went to see Mum
and Edward
after our lunch
Mum said she did not mind
being in hospital
except that
when he had finished his
speeches
her dinner
was cold.
Then she found a caterpillar
in a cold brusselsprout
which put her off a bit.
She was clever for us though
she had written down everything
we had to do with the
turkey
and the
Christmas pudding
and the
brussel sprouts
and the
roast potatoes.
She had written it all down in
a pink school exercise book.
What time to turn the oven
on
and when to make the gravy.
And she had written down
how to make Quiche
and
Daddy’s Favourite Pudding
and
Oaty Wonder
And the other things we
liked.
It was good.
And then
when she died
we could carry on
having all those things -
she was still showing
us how to do it.
And when you look at it now
there are
all sorts of food marks
like flour
and old egg yolk gone brown
all over the front cover
and her writing
in blue biro.
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