Gingernut Biscuit Delight

In Grandma's cozy kitchen, warm and bright,

Where memories dance in the soft candlelight,

There's a cherished ritual, simple and sweet,

That makes childhood moments so complete.

Gingernut biscuits, crisp and golden-brown,

Their spicy aroma swirling all around,

Dipped into cordial, ruby-red and tart,

Creating flavors that forever impart.

With eager fingers, I reach for a treat,

Nostalgia and anticipation meet,

The crunch of biscuit, the tang of juice,

In Grandma's kitchen, there's no excuse.

The laughter echoes, a joyful refrain,

As we indulge in this simple, cherished game,

Each dunk and nibble, a moment divine,

In Grandma's haven, where love intertwines.

Oh, how those gingernuts and cordial combine,

To transport me back to a simpler time,

To Grandma's house, where memories are made,

In the sweetness of childhood's serenade.