"warm Pound Cake"
Might sound boring to some..
But my favorite dessert is my Mom's
fresh out of the oven pound cake..
As a child I remember winter afternoon's
playing in my room..
The aroma would travel from the stove
to the stairs..
And whatever you were doing you would
drop without a care..
Fresh out of the oven and so warm to the
touch..
A sliver cut as the slice would stick to the
knife so much..
The best would be a scoop of vanilla ice cream
dropped on top...
The warmth of the cake would melt that scoop
as your taste buds can't stop..
That first fork full would be heaven in your
mouth..
And at one point it was all gone as my Dad would
come home, "where's mine he would shout"!
"Favorite Dreamy Dessert Contest"
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