The Spice Of Life
Oh how I love my mothers baking
The Spice of Life
Smelling the aroma of ginger cake,
I wonder: what truly brings flavour to life?
Is it the smile one gives, to rise each morning
*and embrace the day with hope?*
The warmth of sunlight on my skin,
the taste of sweetness lingering,
the sound of laughter, a gentle breeze,
the sight of colours bursting forth,
each moment a sensation,
dancing together in a beautiful symphony.
Oh, how I love ginger cake,
the way its aroma fills the air from the oven.
As I open my eyes, I embrace my mother’s baking,
so nice to wake up to,
a sweet reminder of love and warmth.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
I love ginger cake , and your poem too