Love Poem: Cake Mix
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Written by: Ann Foster

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.