Evelyn
Thomas
English
1/7/15
Pd.6
Remember
Poem
I
remember cooking with Grandma
The
way the brownies we made ever so often seemed to have wafted a
chocolate sense through the air
And
how the chocolate chip cookies seem to spread everywhere, smelling
the fragrance of flour mixed with sugar.
I
remember the first bite of the pastry that came out of the oven gave
me the chills...good ones of course
Like
the butterflies that flutter wildly in your stomach when you get
unexpectedly nervous
Grandma's
touch always gave the cookies twist
Like
a warm day in December
I
remember sitting in front of the oven, watching the pastries rise
higher, and higher
How
the oven light flickered ever do often and I worried that I maybe
wouldn't be able to watch them anymore
Silently
humming, I'd enjoy every second near the warm oven
Cooking
with my Grandma reminds me about all the happy, enjoyable things in
life
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