Sunday is a day of rest
But my mum's dinners were the best
Roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Everything smelt really good
Peel potatoes for the roast
Chop the beans and make the toast
Breakfast mixed with preparations
For the dinner. Battle stations
Mix the Yorkshire light and fluffy
Don't forget the joint to baste
Open windows kitchen's stuffy
Come on mum let's have a taste
Whilst in the midst of kitchen chaos
Coffee would come from the pot
This was break time in the kitchen
All the other chores would stop
There would be a lot of chatter
Usually a neighbour there
Then back to the normal clatter
No more time to stop and stare
Whilst the dinner was a cooking
Mum prepared the apple pie
When I thought she wasn't looking
Some apple I would take to try
Chop the apples, put them in
Sugar, cloves and cinnamon
Cover with pastry ready to cook
30 minutes it says in the book
The pie is in the oven cooking
Nearly time for dishing up
close the oven, don't keep looking
Stir that gravy then we'll sup
Now all was ready bar the custard
The pie came out a golden brown
Oh! dont forget we need the mustard
On Sundays my mum went to town
Call everyone it's time to eat
The tables set the feast is ready
Find your seats, Dad cut the meat
Don't rush, enjoy and take it steady
Apple pie on the side
Custard in a jug
My heart was full of pride
And I'd give my mum a hug
Jenny Lloyd
Author notes
Option (8) Memories
A contest entry
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Comments
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This was slightly reminiscent of some sunday dinners in my own home, the imagery was powerful. Thanks for your entry
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Oh boy, I'm so hungry now! Nothing better than Sunday dinner. What a lot of imagery for the food! It's such a cheerful poem here, it really made me smile! =) Great rhyming too!
Good luck for the contest! =D
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very long. I really like how you wanted to describe every moment though, as if nothing should be missed. great idea. lovely poem.
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This is a great poem you wrote, sounds like dinner at mom's will always be something to cherish and look forward too. Thank you for sharing and best of luck in my contest!
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A wonderful memory to have. Beautifully written. Thanks for your entry and good luck.
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Sounds delicious! Thanks for the entry.
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I'm surprised that this didn't win the Happy Childhood Memories contest; it must have been perfect for it! You brought that kitchen alive to us all - and man, am I hungry after reading that poem, so many mouth watering ideas of food, oh I'd love a home cooked dinner by my mammy now!!
Wonderfully descriptive, and visually active - we could almost smell the food cooking, and hear the pots and pans clanging. Your ending is wondrous too; for at least in Ireland, it's always been tradition for the Mother of the family to cook a big roast dinner on a Sunday - and she'd usually do it by herself, and yet there's so much hard work goes into it all, and often so little thanks given. I truly enjoyed reading this especially as it brought back memories of my own childhood to me. Thanks for entering it
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You've painted a vivid picture of your Sundays with your words Mine were very similar. Sundays were reserved for the family. A lovely poem which has captured your memory brilliantly. Thanks for entering.
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Your poem was drizzled with imagery that made my mouth water. I really enjoyed reading this, but now I must admit that you have made me hungry. You used a very concrete pattern which made for an easy read with your end rhymes tying your theme in a savory package. Well done.
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Wrong poem
You read the wrong poem this is one of my worst. Please read "The Unbeliever" ot "The Devil".
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This is great. You used such wonderful descriptions. I could almost taste the apple pie. Some things were foreign to me, I assume because of the cultural difference. Good luck in your contest!
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