
For my grandmother cooking
It smells like roses in the kitchen,
the sound of my belly is
like a heavy metal band.
With her hands, she paints art
in the cookies
I feel sweet hot sweets
from the kitchen. They
are gold in my eyes.
As if I were looking at
jewelry in the tray
She smiles at me with
her sweetness reflected
in her eyes and with
such love, she gives me
her work of art
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Great work. Your poem is really cute and the similes and metaphors you´ve come up with are really enjoyable. Congratulations!!
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