Smooth texture of whipped cream.
I textured it lightly on my coffee with steam.
Sprinkles fly gently in the air,
landed on my whipped cream with a flair,
Smooze froth upon my lips,
Mountains of smoothness, like an eclipse,
Like white clouds so high in the sky,
Sweet, soothing taste, you have to try,
Whip cream on cakes and pies too,
Dreams of Grandmas, when the whipped cream drew,
A family together where we all grew,
Sweet, smooth tastes of joy and hope,
Welcoming softness of a gentle hope,
Whipped with delight, fluffed with flair.
Soft and smooth like a perfect pear,.
About the Creator
Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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