Everlasting Memories

Ah the memories of Mum baking, no packet mixes then it was all done from
scratch with flour, sugar, eggs, and milk/water then hand rolled with the
old wooden rolling pin, a lost art.

Everlasting Memories.

The older I grow
The more puzzled I seem
As to why we can’t relive
Just one of our dreams
If granted one wish
I’d be over the moon
To again have the pleasure
Of licking the spoon.

The young of today
May think it quite strange
When they see an old kitchen
With an outdated range
But when our Mum was baking
Always before noon
We’d fight for the privilege
Of licking the spoon.

We all read the signs
We knew them by heart,
When Mother prepared
To make biscuits or tarts
As my memory strays back
My head’s in a swoon
As I picture myself again
Licking the spoon.

It’s not hard to remember
Those days on the block.
And just to be able
To unwind the clock
Would bring so much joy
Be it January or June
Way back in the Forties
When licking the spoon.

As I sit here and write
I can hardly contain,
Those taste buds of mine
That are racing again,
Backwards in time
But never in tune
With those wonderful memories
Of licking the spoon.

The pace of today
With McDonald’s in tow
Can never compete
With Mum’s old fashioned dough
And when I am dreaming
Don’t wake me too soon
And certainly not
When I’m licking the spoon.

Written by Kevin Creece