My Treasure

My hardback handwritten recipe book
Used most days in the distant past
Referred to when memory hides
Is a treasure I hold dear

A Morris print in blue and pink
On the shelf beside the sink
Inside a wealth of day gone by
It shows indeed how time does fly

A splash of liquid who know what
A thumbprint from an Icing splurge
One Christmas past in faded red
That cake was pretty so they said

No price can buy that self same book
Whose name beside a recipe tell
Of friendships.. former times.. regard
Who nurture still my soul and heart