I don’t know what possessed me to try poetry but here goes (fingers crossed)…

‘Ode To A Blueberry Scone’

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Sitting alone in my freezer…

The last of the scones I brought home…

Born in the kitchen of Espresso Love...

It waits and waits all alone.

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Once it was part of six…

Or maybe it was seven…

The fact of the matter is…

These blueberry scones are a taste of heaven.

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For ten months I’ve selfishly horded them…

Savoring them one at a time…

Feebly offering to share them…

Hoping the person would decline.

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There’s  something special about them…

Besides the way that they look and they taste…

They’re a connection to the Vineyard…

And not a crumb ever goes to waste.

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And so lonely scone…

Your turn will come soon…

After all…

For a new supply I must make room.

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(Please click here to take a look at my post from last year titled “My Perfect Breakfast.”)