Humming wakes me in the morning
Nanna’s busy in the kitchen
One cup of tea
Oven’s heating in the hearth
Fruit is soaking in the bath
One cup of sugar
Deftly kneading on the wood
Dough is moulded as it should
One cup of flour
Kettle boiling cauldron steaming
Jam is bubbling crusts are gleaming
One cup of Raspberries
Lazy rocking in the arvo
Smell the hay freshly mowed
Nanna’s hugs are soft and warm
One cup of love!
adgray@2010
Comments
Such a warm and welcoming piece of prose. Excellent. Don.
That’s a happy thought…well said.
Lovely!
what a lovely poem.very cosy.
Great poem, like the repeat format of the last line
beautifully writen, a beautiful piece,dawnx
Quite welcoming :O)
Moments special,
and so natural as day light.
I envy the presence of these sensorial minutes….
they las for a whole Life.
In my concrete expedition,
I am moved by some smells too..
the bread next bakery,
the rosted red peppers,
fried onion and perfumed wax.
Well..it is our own heart creating
Home.
Rosa (beautiful..really simple and sensual)
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– adgray