Cinnamon Spread By Cynthia Jones , www.PoetryPoem.com/poetryandshortstories10 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I spread it on my toast
haven't had it for years,
sometimes when I have it
it brings me to tears.
It reminds me of something
that my mom did years ago,
cinnamon and sugar mixed
into a shaker, it would flow.
I put it on hot toast
it was such so special to me,
mixed together gently by mom
it made me feel so happy.
Cinnamon spread doesn't compare
it does not even come close,
to the cinnamon and sugar sprinkle
I will always love my mom's the most.
That cinnamon and sugar sprinkle
I haven't had it for years,
just the slighest smell of cinnamon
will always bring me to tears.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.1/2015
My Mom always made cinnamon and sugar sprinkle for my two brothers and myself. She did a lot of baking and she always made sure to keep extra cinnamom and sugar around the house for just us kids. I miss it. :'O(
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