Shrove Tuesday

Pancakes and laughter tossed in the air.
Mummy mixing more - flour everywhere.

Children cheer - pancakes, dinner, dessert.
Sugar rains down lemons squirt.

A table laid, wine and beer.
Family moments we hold so dear.

As the syrup flows in ribbons of gold.
Daddy recalls a story told.
The feast before the fasting phase,
Christ in the desert forty days.

Flip the pan and fill your plate.
Yet pause - Shrove Tuesday contemplate.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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