
dusty,
and delicious,
a fond remembrance
of times gone by,
a child of five,
eagerly awaiting,
pacing back and forth,
looking at the door, wanting more…
creaks now sound,
pacing stops,
gliding towards the door, I go,
stop, and wait patiently, I see
in the mirror, me
smile brimming,
heart delighted,
rocking towards my heels,
glee from within, waiting on thee…
the door opens, oh,
the sound, as
light comes forth,
the wafting deliciousness
is smelled for miles around…I
now bound up, and
over the table,
ready to dig in, selection
important, take only one,
towards me it comes,
biggest bites as possible
are just enough…
…until I succumb
to the last crumb…
In response to the WDYS#103 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Jovan Vasiljević