The whirring of the mixer.
The splatter of the batter
and into the baking tin,
then put into the hot oven.
As it cooks, the chocolaty aroma
permeats the kitchen of my Momma!
Everything is tasty that she bakes
But the best is her signature chocolate cakes.
Always a pleasurable childhood memory,
is the divine chocolate cake
of my Mummy!
I love your imagery in the first stanza! I think everyone will relate back to their childhood with this poem for we all had those kitchen memories. Mine is my mom’s chicken and dumplings and my dad once made pickle burgers. Grandma is always waffles. Thanks for the memories!