Who's afraid of harsh and dark winter nights?
None of us with cold cheeks waiting for treats,
your home is full of flavor and warm lights,
in wood chairs, pending we take our seats.
We count on your old hands cooking love,
sweetest whirlpool, ready when the heart lands
in a field of wool, on your rusty stove
you cure any wound with skilled fairy blends.
A cup of fresh white milk, warm and sunny
greener grass and the peaceful cows did it,
then a teaspoon of bright, golden honey
fragrant flowers and clever bees made it.
Drink little ones, this is a magic cream,
cough goes away, and the night is a dream.
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About the Creator
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I invent stories, sometimes they need to be written.
Carpe Diem Tempus Fugit.
- Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Oh yes, honey has so much of healing properties! This was so wonderful!
Warm piece! I enjoyed it.