Muffins for Mom
Morning light spills on flour-dusted tiles,Golden batter, a bowl of smiles.Crackling eggs, a pinch of cheer—”Muffins for mom!” the kitchen hears.Blueberries tumble, sweet and bold,Into cups, stories unfold.Oven hums a gentle tune,Baking joy in the afternoon.”I love you, mom,” in scents conveyed,As muffins rise, edges swayed.Timer sings, a perfect batch,Warmth in every muffin’s catch.Tea is…