“Where are the Yorkshire Puddings?”
a customer enquires, and to show
them where is the gravy to my brain.
“Have you got any custard?”
I point to the correct aisle
and get the jam roly poly in my stomach.
That shot of serotonin to the head,
lifts the day. I know where to find
what they want or need feels worthwhile.
the day I met Aunt Bessie
my life was forever transformed,
crisp and golden, never messy,
with gravy… or strawberry jam adorned…