A waft of vanilla, a whisper in the air,
A scent that transports me, a memory laid bare.
The kitchen warm, sun streaming through the pane,
Flour-dusted fingers, whispering your name.
We kneaded laughter, with every fold and twist,
A symphony of joy, on sugared fingertips.
The oven's gentle hum, a lullaby so sweet,
Anticipation building, a sugary treat.
Cookies golden brown, a masterpiece complete,
Frosted with love, a moment oh so neat.
The scent, a time capsule, a feeling I hold tight,
Of stolen kisses, and love's gentle light.
Vanilla whispers now, a bittersweet refrain,
A memory of sunshine, washed away by rain.
But the warmth it brings, a comfort in the ache,
A promise whispered, for love's sweet sake.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Her Majesty Mia and her minions
I rule this rag tag lot… they’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got! I preside at the head of the table, my indisputable, rightful place. But, I randomly perch on other chairs at a moment’s notice… whenever the mood strikes. Such fun keeping them off balance. Fun reminding them who’s boss... ME!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
This first part was so delightful, why must the rain come!
Beautiful… and now I want COOKIES!! darn it! 🤣