This poem, by our member Sonia Lawrence, was included in our 2019 publication, Folio#73.
Porcelain Bowl Sitting in my kitchen I see these things: the kettle, silent, waiting to be boiled; the radio that daily tells me news; a jar of teaspoons just where I need them; a deep blue eye warding off evil my Kurdish friend gave me when we first moved in; an apron hanging on a hook; a tea towel slung on a rail; a timer to tell when the cake is cooked; the pure white bowl, now filled with lemons, I bought my daughter four decades ago when she left home. She is still very fond of strawberry trifle.
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