In the quiet hum of a sunlit kitchen,
Flour dances like dreams in the air,
The warmth of the oven, a gentle embrace,
As memories rise with the yeast in care.

Golden crusts hold stories untold,
Of laughter and love kneaded deep,
Each slice a chapter, a tale of old,
In every crumb, secrets we keep.

Whisked wishes blend with sugar’s grace,
Butter melts into a tender sigh,
As time slows down in this sacred space,
Where love is layered, and spirits fly.

Baking is more than mere creation,
It’s a symphony of heart and hand,
A sweet tradition, a shared foundation,
Binding us all in its tender band.