It’s just a pan, right?
Sure, usually it’s meant for baking a cake
not a roast beast.
It’s just a memory, right?
This flashback to when I’d make the cake
and Momma would make the fudge sauce.
It’s just silly, right?
These tears threatening to fall;
I mean, it’s not like it’s spilt milk.
It’s just so hard, right?
Loving the part of you that once loved me
enough to make me chocolate sauce.
I am not sure if this is the meaning, but in reading this, I felt the heartbreak of living life with someone with dementia. I do not know if that was your intent, but it is beautifully sad.
It actually wasn’t, Deanna. It was about my mother who later in life chose to not have me in hers.
Thank you for taking your time to read and compliment my work. I appreciate that more than you know!
I like the use of different questions to start each stanza – giving it tight structure while also allowing it to veer into different directions. Well done. Thank you
I think the list of questions could go on and on as one deals with family dysfunction, huh?
Thank you for reading.