Sundays

[RooktoKing]

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. I love the juxtaposition of ashes and dissolving-feels like two sides to the same coin, good for what you're trying to convey. Although safe, appropriate cups of tea feels a little too wordy
 
What's hardest for me is the smell of bacon.
It ghosts me back
to Sunday mornings in '83
and Coronation Street roostering
it's theme song on colour TV.good detail
 
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 agree with the previous posters that there needs to be more here. This seems like an important memory that is integral to the poem, and it needs to be fleshed out more. Help your reader feel what you feel
 
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,be decisive. maybe even sounds too wishy washy to get a strong emotional appeal
in hopes the smell still haunts her.

Overall, I think this has a lot of potential. I like how you use a smell memory to talk about the memory of your parents. However, I think there should be more tangible detail to really help the emotion come across to the reader. And don't be afraid to push the emotional envelope to really develop the feel of this poem.