A Twenty Minutes poem.
I Had the Right Idea
Five big cookies, one for each of us,
right after dinner
after slogging through the
fish sticks scraped off the pan
peas and carrots straight from the freezer
burned potatoes, goes without saying
and applesauce, smaller servings than usual because
the jar was almost empty.
Each one of us munching
the thick red and white icing
the sugary buttery taste
coming through good and strong
with each bite
Each one of us feeling solid satisfaction
of a well-earned reward
after all the hard work we’ve put in
just getting to dessert.