Tuesday Memory
three thirty, exact
the bell
jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaited on gran's
baking tray
I opened
the back door
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
there
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouthwatering
confection
succulent
sultana delectation
home -baked
by she
especially
for
me
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2023
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