With and Without Raisins — Annette Rochelle Aben

And The house Smells of spices Cloves and nutmeg Oh yes, cinnamon She commands the kitchen For this is her time to bake The one thing she remembers most Loaves of pumpkin bread to give as gifts It’s Christmas like her mother did for years ©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

With and Without Raisins — Annette Rochelle Aben

And

The house

Smells of spices

Cloves and nutmeg

Oh yes, cinnamon

She commands the kitchen

For this is her time to bake

The one thing she remembers most

Loaves of pumpkin bread to give as gifts

It’s Christmas like her mother did for years

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

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