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.