Grandma


Such happy memories of the times we shared,
Baking in your kitchen-
Spoons and cups and dusted tins, flour sprinkled everywhere.
Such happy memories of the times we shared!
Fruits cut and cored and just-so pared,
The smells were so bewitching.
Such happy memories of the times we shared,
Baking in your kitchen.

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