Looking back as a child so small, great memories I do have
Sunday mornings, radio, family baking bread
Sunday roast a cooking, Mother stirring mix
Yorkshire puddings she creates, from her batter mix
Smelling the aroma, of custard cooling down
To add to birds trifle, one to share around
Jar of paste, usually beef, sandwiches, made for tea
Wrapped in cling film, later eat, watch muppets as a treat
Sunday bath times, always came, nails checked are short
Hair now washed, skin smells of soap, pyjamas, slippers sport
Heart to Heart now on TV, this series I did love
Bedtime now is nearing, my Mother chooses book
Up to wooden hill she says, as I clamber into bed
No duvet there, just blankets thick, resembling one of checks
Settling down, my pillow plush, I listen to words she says
A kiss on head, the light turned off, now dreamland there instead
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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