My Mother’s Kitchen
my mother stirring a large preserving pan
her famous rhubarb chutney
simmering away
yum
I hear her humming
she’s like a squirrel
never happier than preparing for the winter months
she opens the oven door
out comes a tray of cheese scones
crunchy brown on top
she wraps them in a linen tea towel
the steam rising
she’s been waiting for me
silver tea things on a tray
Janet Hadfield. Janet is a writer from Christchurch, New Zealand. She has been published in the London Grip. She has a great love of words and stories of others.
