Most people wouldn’t find
anything romantic about baking,
I whisk, you stir
music in the background, always
to bring the joy;
to drown out the evening news-
the gloom and doom
we don’t want to hear about,
at least for tonight,
a little peace on Christmas
and a pot of coffee
to keep me motivated.
Ah, the deliciousness
of your chocolate cream pies,
usually five of them,
for family and friends
made with love
and your two hands
in a kitchen
with a wife covered in flour,
sneaking a taste of batter
and an adoring glance
at someone with a twinkle in his eye
that comes from his selfless nature;
his joy in making others smile
with something as simple as dessert.
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