Monday, 25 October 2010

the vine

These are the grapes
that were cut from the vine
that was grown from a twig
left over from a bunch
that was picked from a greenhouse
and shared at a picnic
in a cliffside theatre many years ago
and now provides dessert for
a special birthday lunch.

*****

My parents argue amiably
about who can claim the credit
and it is agreed that
my mother nurtured the twig
in a Marmite pot with rooting hormone
and when the vine had grown
my father carefully transported it
to the garden by the river.

7 comments:

blackbird said...

That's a wonderful picture. Is it with the camera you aren't fond of?

anne bebbington said...

Those grapes have some pedigree :o)

Paola said...

Some story. Adorable, as the picture.

rachel said...

Lovely story. Shows us what can be achieved with optimism and time.....

Monica said...

oh sweet!!

trash said...

Surely this summarises the recipe for marriage?

dottycookie said...

Mr DC's late grandma had a vine grown (allegedly) from a twig snagged from the Hampton Court vine ... we always used to tease her that she'd be arrested for treason one day.