Reflection: Home cooking – a comfort in lockdown



          I chop and sweat vegetables for soup,  
   an alchemist invoking the art of pulling together a family. 
Fragrant steam diffuses through the house 
    Curling around the stairway 
         Stealing under the door of my children’s rooms, 
                Silently letting my husband know he’s loved, 
                    Soon drawing my family to the heart of our home, 
                    To sit round the table, 
                 To drop burdens,  
             To laugh and be cherished. 
         My grandmother’s old scales stand before me, 
       their weights awkward:  
the engineering of a former time. 
But for me they are a portal, 
    A keyhole to see into a dear place. 
As the nurturing warmth of my granny’s kitchen  
    Enfolds me in memory 
          The aroma of her cooking  
       Draws me in. 
           She too loved her family 
                With the rich flavours 
                       Of home-made soup. 


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