NaPoWriMo 20
Chocolate Chip Pancakes, 7 p.m.
Tonight, we do dinner easy.
I take measuring bowls
from the cabinets,
mix Bisquick, egg, and milk
with a wooden spoon,
fold the batter
while semi-sweets
drop from Ella’s fingers.
Alex mans the griddle—
I hold his hand
as he flips with a spatula. Soon,
everything floats in a sea of syrup.
And my heart, full from laughter,
requires no napkin.
I lick happiness my fingers.
Tonight, we do dinner easy.
I take measuring bowls
from the cabinets,
mix Bisquick, egg, and milk
with a wooden spoon,
fold the batter
while semi-sweets
drop from Ella’s fingers.
Alex mans the griddle—
I hold his hand
as he flips with a spatula. Soon,
everything floats in a sea of syrup.
And my heart, full from laughter,
requires no napkin.
I lick happiness my fingers.
Comments
I love this poem, and also the one about finding, keeping and counting coins (great last lines in that one!).