Jam tart days

Memories of flour-filled, jam smeared baking days with my Grandma came flooding back with today’s Napowrimo prompt;

Today, I’d like you to write a poem inspired by, or in the form of, a recipe! It can be a recipe for something real, like your grandmother’s lemon chiffon cake, or for something imaginary, like a love potion or a spell.

My response:

Jam Tart Days


Tea towels, pans and wooden spoons 

Baking on sunny afternoons  

Billowing flour clouds fill the air  

Yellow butter smears everywhere 



Every surface sticky with jam 

My happiest days with beloved gran 

Her pantry of love was fully stocked 

Care and kindness overflowed pots 



Laughter and joy constantly bubbled

Hugs and kisses soothed my troubles 

Those apron days have long since passed 

But grandma’s lessons forever last 


The empty apron makes my heart ache  

Though she’s with us as we marinate  

As my children learn how to treasure  

Every moment with equal measure 


9 thoughts on “Jam tart days

  1. Wonderful as always Nic. 😎


    Baking & flaking
    Rubbing into crumbs

    Butter, fruit, sugar & flour
    A mixture between your thumbs

    Roll & shape
    Fresh scones inside an hour

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