I see the tins I used for Christmas Cakes
The Russian Cheese Cake and the apple tart
Nowadays do younger women bake?
I remember mother making Buns
Hot,uncross, she made cakes with her heart
Her apple suet pudding beat her plum
The kitchen was a room with its own fire
There we ate and cooked and fought,alarmed
Children pinch and nip and even bite
I banged my head upon the table sharp
The corners seemed to hate me,even spurn
I wished I were a dog so I could bark
I fell down the stairs, it was a thrill
It hurt less than the beatings made me smart
Children were deprived of any will
Shall these cake tins from my home depart?
Shall I make a small cake from a chart?
I hold the tin I used for Christmas Cake
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