Strolling pass a bakery
on my morning walk,
a smell of chocolate lingers in the air,
reminding me of the first time
mother let me bake chocolate chip cookies.
A wee little tot
barely able to reach the counter,
leaving a pathway of flour on the floor
with my clothes dotted in white
and cookie dough in my hair,
tasting the batter on my fingers.
The kitchen filled with laughter
and brightness from her smile,
showing me love as only a mother can
with not one discouraging word.
Image by Andreas Lischka
