Mother's Scones
Mother’s Scones
In our kitchen, a pleasant noise
Mum is baking, oh joy of joys.
And while she bakes she hums along,
To Denver’s tune of ‘Annie’s song’
I take a breath, my eyes they close
A warm aroma meets my nose
I smell a smell I’ve smelt before
It fills the air from oven door
Now it’s almost time for tea
And on the table I can see
Scrumptious scones all soft and light,
With floury tops, a tempting sight.
I pick one up, it feels quite hot.
I split it open on the spot.
Add double cream and sticky jam.
Oh, what a greedy child I am.
I take a bite, it’s like a dream.
The taste of scone and jam and cream
Melt in my mouth. Delicious, sweet,
My mother’s scones no one can beat.
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