As a child,
rushing from the TV,
running, running,
to find that meal,
set on the wooden table.
Now,
when I find time to come home,
I see,
maybe cookies,
maybe cakes,
desserts to delight in,
memories to roll in.
Where did it all go?
The aroma,
waffles,
sizzling eggs,
where did it all go?
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"Where did it all go?" maybe.. in the breadbasket:)
Aah kidding... Childhood is the compelling symbol of life in its purest form .. and that was a sweet scribble..
thanks. & I think it all went into the jam bottle. :D
i like this.
hugs
As with most things, it didn't go anywhere, you just moved on a bit further in your journey, you'll see it all again, from the otherside :)
Its gone with the wind, I guess....:)...nice one:)
Ps I gave the answer missy:)
Have a good wek:)
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