parsnips

My daughter likes Parsnips,
lightly toasted with honey,
as an accompaniment to a roast.
A glister of gold edge,
to a humble vegtable.
.
I regard them with awe!
Not sure how we got here,
to sensible eating land.
Through the colour of crisps
and the sweetness of chocolate.
.
The trauma of growth, the elasticity
of youth, and the dark knowledge
contained in my joints.
The honey ladled onto my plate
a sweet reminder of tenderness.

(c) maisie