A Saucy Tale

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.


4 thoughts on “A Saucy Tale

  1. 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!

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