THanks, as always mairdie, for making sure that not only our generation, but the ones after us have access to that great man’s poetry and work!...as well as your own in support of it!
My own:
From mother came the leavening,
From grandfather the flour.
Grandma poured her spirits in
And brother, sugar’s power.
Father was a phantom
And with him went the salt.
He died when I was just a child
So it’s really not his fault.
I stood beneath the branches
And asked his family tree
If all the nuts upon the ground
Were fruitcakes just like me.