Cinnamon and Love
The smell of apple pie always takes me back to my grandmother's kitchen. While flour, apples, sugar and cinnamon were measured, a double portion of love was always added.
white flour on my face
licking my sticky fingers
cinnamon and love
A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
6/30/20
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2020
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