Poem; The biggest ever!

If you were still here, Joyce,
You would remember that
Large horse-mushroom we
Found, on the ground.
"Mum will really love
This fried" you said,
And I read the pleased
Look in your eyes.
We messed about in the
river, then back we went
To the common, eager and
Ready to claim our prize,
So huge that we stared at
It, still surprised, that
No one else had found it.
I remember  how you
Carefully pulled it up, then
folded it lovingly in your dress,
And I confess I was
Worried it would break!
Farmer Morgan's dog
Bounded out, but with an
Extra large shout he ran
Away, I remember now
It was a Sunday.
You were expecting Mum
To clap her hands in glee,
Put the pan over the fire
For tea. But all she said was,
"I see you have made a mess
Of your dress!"
Augustine Nash.