Grandma's Treat
Waves of cinnamon thrill my childhood senses
down Eastwood’s stall for pancake’s fluffy batter
browned choco bits riding on syrup’s edges
and frothy heap of whipped cream topped on platter
Grandma’s chirped voice begins to dance in my head
her sunlit eyes egging me for rounds of treat.
Visions of youth bring me to days, warmly fed,
I end the meal pining for her cherished feast.
©
Sara Kendrick’s A Pleasant Childhood Memory
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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