Sundays

[cjchaffin]

I don't want to edit the life out of this before hearing some of your thoughts. Call it respect. 
 Sundays
 
In a way I lost them both last year; 
one to ashes, the other to dissolve
her last sugars into safe, appropriate cups of tea. <-- excellent opening, drew me right in
 
What's hardest for me is the smell of bacon.
It ghosts me back <-- i like the use of "ghosts" here, it feels fresher than just saying "it took me back"
to Sunday mornings in '83
and Coronation Street roostering
it's theme song on colour TV.
 
Someone would shout, "Come in,
sit down, shut up, it's on",
and we'd come in,
sit down
and yap 'til it was done. <-- ^ i think you could do more with this strophe, it feels like filler
 
I stay away from bacon now,
but one of these Sundays
"I'll fry up a storm"
(as Dad would say),
and maybe even take some to Mom,
in hopes the smell still haunts her. <-- i keep getting stuck on this. it almost carries a malevolent tone to it rather than a reverent one, if that's what you're going for...if not, then i suppose it works just fine. i just think that "haunts" carries such a negative connotation to it that doesn't seem to fit here. 

hiya Paul. i like the conversational quality to this, it's a good balance of poetics and vernacular. i spent three glorious weeks in Scotland a few years ago and totally got hooked on Coronation Street! of course, we Americans steal everything good from British tv, so...   anywho, thanks for posting this, much enjoyed!