Saturday
we reach our height on Saturday night
getting dark finishing up in the garden
Mum
changing out
of her gardening clothes
just let me run a brush through my hair
bacon fills the pan
tomatoes cut in half
bubbles spit boiling oil
whole pan full of frantic frying
whole pan full of bacon curled
whole pan full of potato bread
whole pan full of pairs of eggs
oh a double yoker
whole pan full we made tea
we made Saturday night tea
Daddy
last in hand washing
hair flat from the wooly hat
his moustache is getting wider
he’s a garden man
loves his garden
loves his garden work