In retrospect, the chocolate eclairs
or lady fingers I declare
as brought so elegantly into the room
fresh picked from the bakery none too soon
with my Grandmother's elegant festive mood
seemed such a treat though now such sweets
I cannot eat their memory fair
I consume with such crème filled happiness.
mary angela douglas 29 november 2023
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