Brownies
The warm chocolate smell is carried through the house,
It lured me to the kitchen like a wandering mouse.
My mouth starts to water like a running faucet,
If it's not how I like it then I'll have to toss it.
The heat that escapes into the air,
A second more I just can not bare.
The sight of it makes me feel oh so good,
I wish I had more of it in my childhood.
The rich taste of the brownie on my tongue,
Takes me back to the memories of when I was young.
This poem is about:
Me