More Than a Mixer
bright sunbeam, rubied
the shade of apples candied
and lips painted red–
a match maker
wedding flour and egg and sugar and butter
and that shot of vanilla
(most always vanilla)
into something wonderful.
they drool in wait
to lick the beaters
put-'em-on-the-shelf clean
and beg earnest to
"leave some batter in the bowl"
and a good mama learns
to give in to that wish
'cause no one's gonna miss that smidgen of cake
but she'll miss out on their delight.
say yes when you can
and save those no's
only for when they're
necessary.
Because one day
you'll have all the batter
to yourself.
Oh man, that last line was deliciously poignant. Made me a little weepy.