Mother’s Day

In response to bwarren’s
Sunday Whirl Wordle #588

The silence broken by the muted shuffle of her slippered feet

Powdery puffs of sugar waft past her right shoulder manifestations materialize again

Memories slip through her mind nearly forgotten flipping the golden pastries again and again

She slid the savory wraps onto the silver tray slices them expertly with her blade takes a moment and takes a stand

3 Comments

  1. Sadje says:

    Excellent weaving of words Ami.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Sadje says:

        You’re most welcome.

        Liked by 1 person

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