She sat among the clutter
of a life time.
The table in the tiny corner
Took me back to her previous home
In a big house on Dublin’s South side.
Sitting in her cosy kitchen
With every utensil and kitchen ware a cook would need
Nick knacks too.
We sat at the table in the middle of that room
facing each other
We devoured her stew and the fresh loaf
Bought that morning while shopping
Not a crumb was left.