Oblong china plates are
stacked neatly on the wooden table.
My mother's hot pink baking gloves,
her soft, starchy, splattered apron,
bread puffing from the yeast,
cinnamon chocolatey goodness ensnares my senses.
The crumbs sit on folded napkins
embroidered with flowers and
angels that smile at us.
stacked neatly on the wooden table.
My mother's hot pink baking gloves,
her soft, starchy, splattered apron,
bread puffing from the yeast,
cinnamon chocolatey goodness ensnares my senses.
The crumbs sit on folded napkins
embroidered with flowers and
angels that smile at us.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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