As I sit within my chair
I suddenly become aware
Of a scent wafting gently
Across my senses
That causes me to rise
And go in search of
Something that I know
Is in the making
Just one room away
Where I have heard
The quiet sounds
Of bowls and spoons
And oven door for cooking
Something even though
My favorite part is still within
The bowl of eggs and sugar,
Flour and several
Other things like
Chocolate chips and I
Reach in to grab a taste
Of dough....
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