God's own baker

It really does not feel like Christmas
Till I get to mom's house...

It's a miracle what she can do
With just butter, sugar and nuts.
Sometimes she puts some chocolate in.
Tastes so good it's almost a sin.

Sometimes she does it all natural.
Absolutely pure. Nothing artificial.
There is nothing fake in the things she bakes.
And she adds love in heaps.

Mom is an artist the way she juxtaposes.
Everything she bakes comes out roses.
Often she uses fruit; her apple crisp is the ultimate truth.
The truth is her love which she piles on by the spoonful.

She is a baker for the ages.
She is a painter at her palette.
Every work is perfection.
Every bite straight from heaven.

God's own baker makes the blessings.
Your mouth and your heart confirm.
If you do not see the beauty,
You have so much to learn.