A Fresh Warm Cake.

A fresh warm cake,

Like the morning happiness,

Wasn’t far away.

Just two streets down,

And four lanes across.

I got up from my bed,

Got the whiff of the bread and cakes being made fresh in the bakery,

I went to buy some.

A fresh warm cake,

With tea,

Gave warmth to my soul,

Ma loved, Baba loved it,

The day became happiest,

For the warm cake delighted us as much as the glowing hearth.

And in the evening, there was more fresh baked items to relish upon.

It felt like the Victorian times.

Some of them are still alive.

Adios!