Scones as light as a feather,
Made with a loving hand,
Baked in a magic oven, cleverson.
Her mother savoured her present,
A plateful with butter and sweet strawberry jam,
Glad her girl had come safely home,
A bright glow
Through the kitchen door.
I write in Glasgow Women’s Library and Woodlands “Writing the Garden” Poetry group tutored by Gerry Loose.