If you think of Auschwitz think of this
Your children will not die by means of gas
All of us will walk that final path
But we have lived our lives so on we pass
The Jews of Europe killed without a word.
The death of God no longer feels absurd
What they might have given forever lost.
Prescription murder,there will be a cost.
As we walk around in obscene dress
The rational and objective caused this mess
Be thankful that our God did not choose us.
Yet being unchosen and alive is worse.
I left a pan of curry on the stove
Hot as ash combined with burning coal
Yet when I went back in a cat stood there
Eating this strong curry with no care.
It must have had thick skin inside its mouth
Before I looked ,it ran out of the house
To think it gobbled up our supper so
Leaving me with nothing but a glow
So then I made a chilli beef and beans
My heart ached as I listened to puss scream
Can cats learn that pans are out of bounds?
I’d hate to hear again its anguished sounds
Be sure to close the kitchen door or else
You too will suffer torment from cats’ yells
I wish I were at Whitby by your side
From the Abbey Steps we saw the.whole
The sound of gulls aswirling round our minds
The atmosphere of Yorkshire blunt and kind
Salty air,the North Sea,winds that groan
I wish I were at Whitby by your side
See the children taking donkey rides
The fishermen look anxious , happy, worn,
The sound of gulls is swirling round my mind
From Saltburn,Staithes to Bempton bold cliffs rise
Then Bridlingon where Hockney was a boy
I wish I were at any by your side
The two weeks break seemed long when we arrived
Now all my past seems like an old map torn
The sound of gulls is calling you to mind
To be in Whitby and to be alone
The pie shop’s open yet I feel forlorn
I wish we were at Whitby side by side
The sun and air, I dream into your mind
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
Watching TV where new experts bake
This should pass the time for a bored person who needs a challeng
e Brussels sprout Souffle
https://recipeland.com/recipe/v/brussels-sprouts-souffle-33318
How my heart sings 