Crépe Memories Poem by Gert Strydom

Late Friday afternoon
you will open the cupboard
take out flower,
mix your pancake mixture,
put two pans on the gas-stove
with a bit oil in each,
mix cinnamon and sugar
to sprinkle in a plate
and on the pancakes,
turn open two flames
and bake crépes and throw them over
until there is pile for me and Hannes
and the whole house smell of pancakes
and later after a prayer
we will sit at the table and feast on crépes
of which the sugar melts in.