We were like Christmas baking in my galley style kitchen
Good intent to tightly squeezed to work
We gathered everything we needed
Sugar
Spice
A little conversation to light the stove
And boy did it ever get hot
Filled the home with the smell of love
Then we turned to make cookies
And burnt our hands on the hot sugar jars
Carelessly left on the stove top
So we left the butter unturned in the mixer
And ran us under cold water
Giving up on homemade happiness all together
That's a good one to
That's a good one to remember. My best liked recipes can never be duplicated. They are always spontaneous. Great analogies here.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:) we were pretty great
:) we were pretty great together ;)
Much Love
Ashley
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Your imagery here is simply amazing and draws me in so tightly. I am part of this entire experience; it IS my experience! Total verisimilitude!
:)
wow first of my dear I had to google that word, good on you! that almost NEVER happens! I love learning new words
secondly, thank you I am glad you enjoyed the read, I think there is some form of comfort in the fact that at the very least when life hands me heart break I get decent poetry :)
Much Love
Ashley