Oh, the balmy sweet smell brushed my nose.
I walked downstairs,
in my sleepy haze.
Cinnamon, vanilla. Nutmeg?
Joy as I sat; in front of my slices
of fluffy, soaked bread with warmed butter,
thick, maple syrup; topped
with blackberries, blueberries and strawberries.
A warm, shiver went down my spine,
as I place the first bite in my watering
mouth and childhood memories spring.
Hopscotch, tennis, musical chairs,
bundles of books and touch football.
– Bookish Naija Gal –
Bookish Naija Gal 