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Lunch with my Grandmother
Those huge white flakes of fish
And the mashed potato dish
Have stayed in my memory
For sixty years
I remember the potato, creamy soft
Had a seasoned, peppery waft
And the choice of sauces:
Egg or parsley
It must have been a whole side of cod
I remember my grandfather like a god
Slowly stood to serve the fish
Separating the flakes
The etched glass...
Thursday 7th December 2017 2:41 pm
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