Walnut cake ...

Anne made two walnut cakes last Saturday - 

She took them out of the oven, each cake like a fragrant promise -

We took one of the cakes to my parents - 

Anne had used my mum's recipe - 

My mum smiled as she ate her slice of walnut cake - 

I used to make it she said - but it's all gone - 

I remembered her making cakes, her fingers kneading happiness into the rich mixture - 

The house was her neat realm - she listened to Woman's Hour on the radio - 

How will I know you're my little boy? she'd ask - 

I'd roll up my sleeve, and show her the birth mark on my arm - 

See my mark I'd say - 

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Tuesday 8 March 2016

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset