In the quiet of my kitchen, I find peace,
Flour and sugar, a harmonious blend,
The rhythm of whisking, a sweet release,
In this sacred space, my heart mends.

Butter melts in a warm embrace,
Eggs dance in a frothy swirl,
Each ingredient finds its place,
As dough and batter unfurl.

The oven hums a gentle tune,
As aromas fill the air,
Cinnamon, chocolate, a sweet perfume,
In every corner, love and care.

From golden crusts to soft, sweet crumbs,
Each bite a story told,
In the art of baking, joy becomes,
A timeless bond, a memory to hold.