Can I find the right ingredients
Housed right here in the kitchen cabinet
On the shelves high above the rice and
Cans of soup and beans?
Oh yes, I spy flour and sugar
Laying like supplicants at an
Altar waiting to be forgiven for
Their empty calories, their tempting flavors that
Entice a woman like me to pour in a
Cup that measures sweetness and delight in each
Heaping teaspoon of vanilla, each egg that
I beat into submission, beat for the
Protein (NOT) and then the
Chips are added.
One for each bad day
One for each hope, each joy
I know, once baked and cooled
Everyone in the family will thank me
Splendidly for the magic of my measured ingredients.