Cake Mix
Cake Mix
On the way home,
I stopped at the store.
I bought a cake mix,
yellow, as they were out of
chocolate and white.
Yellow like fields of corn.
Yellow like daffodils.
Yellow is a lovely color,
for a cake,
or a flower,
or a dress,
or a house in the country...
with a white picket fence.
I went home,
and mixed the ingredients.
I used the extra eggs that I had.
I floated them first,
to make sure they were... still good.
Some things are not.
Some people are not.
Some places will never be.
I added extra milk,
and left out the water.
There is a shortage of both,
but I only have a small amount,
for what I need and no more.
The oven is hot.
The pan is half full.
The batter is only partially what it should be.
They make things smaller now,
I know because I use the same pan,
as my grandmother before me.
Not long after, the treat is complete.
I ice it with glaze from the cabinet.
There is no frosting.
There has not been buttercream, in a while.
The family gathers,
and the presentation is absolute.
It is a celebration of us, being together.
All are welcome.
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