Grace by name goodness by nature.
She baked night and day to give cakes and biscuits away. She would open her tin, and share baking hidden within. One at a time they were given away.
Dull eyes shone, as the delights hit the tongue, provoking taste and memories, of times long past, leaving smiles to linger on.
Grace never did partake, it was for others, she steadily continues to bake. Leaving the magic of companionship behind.
Note:
This is a true story about a lovely quiet lady, using her delicious shortbread biscuits to open up a conversation.
2021 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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