The smell brings me misery
For my heart forever has an injury
They made the mornings less weary
Fresh-flipped, maple-drizzled, oh the sweet memory
Honestly, you inspire me to the highest degree
I try to create them just like you, to remind me
But something’s missing, I feel like a wannabe
There’s something that only you can see
I’ll keep trying for my peace
With you, there is always a smile near
Now maybe a smile and just a little tear
For now you’re not here
But I have no fear
The taste of your pancakes remains crystal clear
Because of the love we share
My love for cooking is everywhere.