By Karissa Garza
Golden brown flakes,
Falling away as fingers close
The soft innards balanced by the crackling
Each succulent bite,
A reminder that there is still good
In this world or even the next
The surrounding delicacies
Complimenting the buttery flavor
Sugar dusted in vibrant colors
Each confection
Better than the last
Nestled neatly by the darkest brew
Reaching for the cup
A dip and a sip as warmth spreads
Sweetness mingling with dark notes
Lost in the recollections
Of grandma’s kitchen
Filled and always open
Sweet bread and coffee
Offered without hesitation
Never lacking in love.
Karissa Garza is a writer and educator from south Texas. When she isn’t teaching undergraduate students or attempting to be a poet, she can be found eating cheesecake and watching anime with her 10 year old son and polydactyl cat named Rin.
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