What have wishing words giv’n me
Besides a wand’ring mind
What have whirling words giv’n me
Besides the need to rhyme;
Would I sit; soliloquy
If I had never known
Would I stare; tranquility
Whilst others study phones;
Am I the higher, better one
To wander, rhyme, and muse
Am I the thoughtful, ‘lightened one
Or am I just amused?
I mixed a batch of cookies, with extra sweets and fat.
I rolled, and baked, and shaped them all; then cooled them on the mat.
Then, frosting-armed, I painted scenes of swirls and stripes and spots;
Remembering your favorite, I added polka dots.
The strangest thing then happened, I’m sure that you’ll agree:
One by one, those cookies ended up inside of me.
But as I sat and typed this note, hand pausing over “Send,”
I realized stealing calories makes me the best of friends.