Food Of Nostalgia

I remember the scent,I remember the flavour.
Of when I was wild and free.
I remember the tremble,the feeling of having them near me.

I still remember the taste,and I still remember the smell.
Of a chocolate cake with icing.
Strawberries,caramel.

With its heavenly smell and sweet taste.
With chocolate filled inside paste.
I remember when we used to make them all by ourselves.

Jam inbetween,dipped in chocolate.
And then dipped in sprinkles.
I remember the Christmas I ate all this chocolate.

All alone.
I felt happy,sugar high.
In the comfort of my home.

The taste of innocence and happiness.
That lasted for months,years,days.
That floods my senses,and brings me to the good old days.

Time sways,music plays.
But I did not forget the taste.
Of a chocolate cake bar filled with paste.

I did not forget what it tasted like to be happy.
Content,free and young.
I could not help but miss the taste.

Of the caramel drizzled all over the sweet paste.
It's like I am a kid once again.
And there's nothing to worry about.

Oh,the nostalgia it brings.
To eat fried,onion rings.
The soup my mother made.

Its memory will never fade.
Eating icecream under shade.
With chocolate sauce on top.

A memory that will last forever.
And a feeling that will never rot.
And when the weather outside is hot.

We cooked mashed potatoes in a pot.
With a little bit of cheese.
The taste,it just puts me at ease.

And when I was cold and began to sneeze.
I ate chicken soup and laid in bed with ease.
The times I had none to please.

And no pain to release.
Oh,the taste just gives you nostalgia.
Get one taste,and then you'd want more.

I'm sure you remember it,too.
It'll help revive your senses.
And you'll never feel like a fool.

Food and taste will be our tool.
To stop time and enjoy the simple joys of life.
And have peaceful sleep at night.

Let us feel the nostalgia when in fright.
With a magical pot of soup in sight.
It gives you will to fight.

And wipes your tears at night.