Cinnamon Toast

Cinnamon Toast

Cinamon sugar sinking
into melting butter slathered
on hot toast.
A few extra shakes from my grandmother's
cinnamon sugar tin for good measure.

Maybe,
just one more.
Or two.
When the butter can't hug anymore,
there's finally enough.

Cut into bite-sized pieces,
armed with paper towels
and a book,
settle into the comfy nook by the fire.
Cuddle in.

Memories crowd the words on the page.
Littles snuggled in,
of late, the dog jockeying for perfect position,
Lasor eyes watching
every single move.

Feel good moments, memories
wrap me in a fuzzy blanket
as the cinnamon sugar bliss cocoons.
Everything is instantly better.
Always. Every single time.