Poem: A Trio of Happy Bakers – 30/01/21

Wafting aromas of pastries from windowsills
of homely cottages,
welcoming me,
engulfing me, 
overwhelming my mind and tummy.

Sweetened moments flit back into my mind, 
the shared moments with family and friends
as we baked and sung together, 
to music, 
joyfully along,
side by side,
these times were ours to experience, 
and now for me to wistfully recall.

Those moments, those friendships, 
sadly fallen by the wayside, 
but I will remember the sweetness of our smiles, 
of our accumulative pairs of brightened eyes, 
because before things went pear-shaped, 
they were apple-shaped, 
in pairs and trios were we, 
nothing to be taken away from, 
no pains, 
only happiness to be seen.

And at the end of the night, 
when baking was complete and it was time to
sample the delights, 
we would delve joyfully into the creations, 
no fear of weight or sugar content, 
no, no, 
of these we had no awareness or fright, 
we’d indulge until we were full to the brim, 
and still we wished we had more to fill ourselves with. 

© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
Photo by Taylor Grote on Unsplash

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  1. Aw happy baking! I wish i could bake haha. Had missed reading your poems, dont know why it took me so long. WordPress feed is weird 🤦‍♀️💜💜


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