Bacon and Cabbage

27th April 2016

Well , this day last year I wrote the poem "Hungry" for the poem a day challenge.
It's interesting looking back . Today, I'm going to talk about food. In particular Bacon and cabbage.

We had bacon and cabbage for dinner today, with
Potatoes and butter and creamy white sauce.
As the steam filled my kitchen I was momentarily  brought
To my grandmother's cottage in Thurles.
Nan in her apron waddles about the kitchen,
legs little sticks holding her round frame.

Black range cooker,  pots sitting on top
One with the bacon bubbling away-cabbage added later
Another with potatoes, always the floury kind.
Peat fire, bacon, oil from Casey's yard
I breath it in slowly.

As butter melts into my potatoes,
I remember my own mother too, making the ritual  meal
 "Kerrygold", the only buter for her.
The cabbage water she'd always save for dad
"That's where all the goodness is"

My bacon tastes of family-  history made
Future stories to come , for
Even the grandchildren look forward to,
Grandma's Bacon and Cabbage.


You can see we didn't go hungry today...





Day 27:  27th April, 27th Poem

We can be hungry in so many ways. I have not done justice to my original idea, but:
Oh, and by the way, notice that each line starts with H or F .. Any thoughts ???

                                              Hungry

How hungry suffers, he's

Hungry for food, but also

Hungry for a roof, for clothes to wear

For warmth, good health and friendship

For self esteem, for work,

For education, appreciation, he's

Hungry to be needed,  to belong,

Hungry for a smile, a touch, he's

Hungry for love, for the sun,  for the spirit,

Hungry to be free, to be normal,

Hungry for love.