The taste of your favorite childhood treat

In a sunlit kitchen, memories collide,

The scent of warm cookies, the joy inside.

Golden edges crisp, with chocolate so sweet,

Each bite a journey, a childhood retreat.

Milk drips from a glass, chilled and white,

Laughter echoes softly, pure delight.

Sticky fingers smudge on a well-worn page,

A story unfolds, in that tender age.

Ice cream cones melting, drips on the grass,

Bright colors swirling, the moments they pass.

Swirls of vanilla, with sprinkles that shine,

A scoop of pure magic, a taste so divine.

Cotton candy clouds at the county fair,

Sugar spun dreams floating in the air.

Sweet whispers of summer, fireflies at dusk,

The thrill of the season, the sweetness of trust.

Each flavor a snapshot, a hug from the past,

A time when the worries felt fleeting, not vast.

So here’s to the treats that shaped who we are,

A taste of nostalgia, a comforting star.

In every crumb linger stories and cheer,

The taste of those moments, forever held dear.

With every bite taken, we savor, we find,

The flavors of childhood, forever entwined.