As I trudge down these long worn stairs
The thump thump of my feet brings me back
And that lavender smell lingers all around
Just then, as if by fate
The ding of the timer
Takes me all the way down Memory Lane
The thump of feet changes
To the thump, thump of the dough Hitting the counter
Thump, thump, thump
And there I am
Standing in the doorway
Her grey and blue coat
Draped across those shoulders
Holds the scent I know so well
And if I wrap my arms around her,
The lavender perfume will sink into my clothes
Making me smell like a happy spring day
The fingers she had worked quick
They moved swift and didn't waste time
But there was still grace to those fingers
As they put the dough on a pan
And a pan on a rack
Clang, clang metal hitting metal
I sat on the linoleum floor
Watching the dough, pan, and rack
They rose, rose, rose up to the sky
Till the timer sounded, ending their time
Then our came the dough, pan, and rack
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
