Love is our Raison D'etre
Royce rolls his yearly batch of Daddy's rolls,
Really full of love~
Our raison d'etre
making life complete.
The heart has it's raisons
that raisins know nothing of...
Raisons or raisins that make life so sweet;
What are we after, but plump, juicy raisin d'etre
to make our lives sweet and complete.
We close our eyes and embrace the smells
of the cinnamon and sweet yeasty scents;
We become children again with
the remembrance of a sweet Daddy's love
making cinnamon rolls together
in the warmth of the kitchen again.
The Spice of Life
The spice of life is always found
hidden in Royce's rolls~
Shy, sly, sneaky buggers hidden in the folds;
Temptresses, castaways, and one doggie for good taste;
A tasty mix of sugar and spice sprinkled all over the place.
A BATCH OF LOVE
Won’t you help me cook a batch of love, little lamb?
We’ll mix together new and old, with smiles on our faces,
We’ll prepare your life to be joyful and fine,
While tucking love in all the secret places.
Let’s use my father’s recipe for cinnamon rolls,
Passed down from his mother long, long ago.
We’ll sprinkle warm memories into the dough,
To sweeten those memories of long, long ago.
And together we’ll create new memories too,
Of laughter, sweetness and fun,
And thus, we’ll pass on our family traditions,
Wrapping you in generations of love filled with
Tenderness and joy~
And celebrate that your new life has begun.
PUPPIES AND CREAM
In the dog days of winter
I had a mid-winter’s night dream,
My cinnamon rolls turned into a delicious batch of
Puppies and Cream.
A Cream of the crop pups they were indeed,
A delicious combination, so yummy, you see,
A vision to tuck you in bed with warm memories
Good Memories Baked in the Making
Nancy, who's rolls are best
Is said in jest
as good memories are baked in with zest.
A father's love and teachings are
what's best baked in for life,
A dog gone good recipe, Daddy's rolls.
