I remember the days
of the family dinners
we would all gather round
and we were the winners.
Mum would cook her little heart out
the smells were so apealling
no one was allowed near the kitchen
when mum was preparing and peeling.
The mystery grew as the aroma waffed
into the lounge where we sat
would it be roast, would it be stew?
or gammon cooked with pig fat.
No one knew from one week to the next
what culinary joys we would see
the whole episode was a close guarded secret
when uncovered we all looked with glee.
Dad would sit on his comfy chair
watching the football or sport
sisters would chat about the night out before
while my brother filled out his report.
My little brther and I would sit and draw
little sister played with her dolls
still wondering what dinner would be
maybe ham or some meat balls.
The day was good a relaxing Sunday
everyone resting, as you do
chatting and catching up on the past week
laughing and joking all through.
At last the dinner was all served up
mum never let us down
a gorgeous feast of delicious food
covered in gravy thick and brown.
Then everyone one did their own thing
stuffed and unable to move
Sunday was "family time"
never the need to improve.
Ah the good old days, sitting at home with mum and dad,we are a large family, we never had room for a dining table in our flat back then but we ate on our lap, mum was a fabulous cook, she took pride in her Sunday dinners, everyone loved them,my elder brother and two elder sisters were at home at this point, then they married, and naturally had their own family dinners, but these memories will not leave me.
Did you have "family dinners" before you left home? did your mom inspire you to cook?