When it gets chilly I bundle up
with a good book and a blanket
M fuzzy slippers keep my feet warm
And then my thoughts start to wonder
Chilly evenings bring back memories
of hot chocolate and cinnamon buns
which my Mother used to make
to keep our bodies warm
I sometimes think she was right, you see
I remember falling asleep
Under the blanket cozy and warm
While my Mother was kissing my cheek
The chilly evenings of long ago
I cannot ever forget
As I wait in the kitchen
For my cinnamon buns to bake
Now is the time for my own children
to fall asleep, you see
Cozy and warm under their blankets
While I now kiss their cheeks
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Author:
Soki (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hot chocolate and cinnamon buns , the smells of my happy childhood, thanks to my Mom who I miss all the days of my life. If yo're lucky enough to have yours, give her a hug for me, soki
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Comments6
brought back memories of cold winter Sunday mornings, when after church, my dad would back homemade cinnamon buns! to me the scent of baking cinnamon buns will always be the scent of love and comfort. thanks for sharing this one!
I am so glad that I'm not the only ones who is transported back in time
by the delicious smell of chocolate and cinnamon buns. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem, soki
You make my sweet tooth wake up and I had all them pulled out; I saw this poem this morning and did not see the picture. You really like to temp people. Great tribute to the loving things remembered about your mother and how she liked to spoil you.
BWP... James...
Thank you very much BWP, for commenting and reading my poem and for putting a smile on my face with your words. I'm glad you liked it, soki
Beautifull memories Soki & new memories for your children
Yes colin, family is everything and happy memories make bonds that cannot be broken by time.
You have my sweet tooth and tummy looking forward to something with this poem. And here I am trying to lose a few pounds.
Aren't we all? But they do not call it comfort food for nothing.LOL
Yes........mother's touch talk volumes beyond our experience.........
Yes my memories of home come alive with the smell of cinnamon buns and hot chocolate.
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