Sweet, like fresh baked cupcakes.
By Jesi Scott
I mix the cake batter first
-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-
While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan
And we discuss how credit history works,
And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,
While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering
For tonight’s supper.
The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners
And popped into the oven
And he discusses how upset he gets with himself
Over how he treats people
And how he doesn’t like manipulating others
And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,
And I simply ready the icing materials,
Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,
waiting for the timer to stop counting down
These perfect moments that will never stand still.
*For my Biggest Son. Enjoy the perfect moments.