May 31, 2011


When they told me you'd gone I didn't know what to say,
only that life felt a little less bright.

And as I sat here alone not knowing what I should do,
I needed something to help kindle the light.

So I baked...

I made a cake such that things would seem better,

And pikelets like you did when I was young.

Tomorrow there's horrible salty porridge for breakfast,

And when I have more time, I promise there'll be shortbread and the grandest steak and kidney pie you've ever seen.

Because these are the things I take with me,

To fondly remember you by...

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