When you love someone
You make them biscuits,
Flour flung everywhere
In this eager expression of

Affection, kneading the salted
Dough without word or thought
And greasing the pan with great
Circular swoops, holding the

Stick of butter as a child
Grasps a crayon, eyes relaxed,
Setting out cold marmalade
And jams as the biscuits bake

Golden soft, and calling gently as
The warmth wafts up the steps:
“I’ve made you biscuits, dear one,
And put the kettle on for tea.”