Yesterday I wrote a new poem called Buttons which took many of us down memory lane. In my reply to jangor's comment on that poem, I told the story of how my Mum used to make rag rugs on a big wooden frame.

One day I came home from school to find my favourite skirt (a green kilt) cut up into strips to be worked into a new rug. The kilt only had a small hole where the kilt pin had been but it was just the right shade of green to complete the rug.

This is something I wrote for my Mum:

Mum

I remember home-baked bread
Kitchen table, hot jam tarts
I remember you made me stilts
And the lads flat carts
I remember my favourite kilt
Being turned into a rug
For you needed some green
Then you gave me a hug
I remember outings like Seven Hills
Where we fished now and then
Ilkley Moor, Cow and Calf
And our annual visit to Shipley Glen
You would take us for walks
When the evenings were warm
And you’d buy us Fry’s Five Boys
From the shop at the farm
I remember plot toffee, Guy Fawkes, bonfires
Catherine Wheels and sparklers every November
But today I remember to say thanks for being there
And providing me with these happy memories to remember

©Marian Barker

Fry\'s Five Boys