Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

Golden and crunchy and it takes away the freeze,

Mommy can I have a grilled cheese please?

But of course my darling, my little pumpkin pie

Who could refuse that little smile? Not I.

I watch as she preps butter and cheese and bread

Thoughts of yummy excitement are filling my head.

Melted butter in the skillet, the bread is golden brown,

Before it gets too dark, she flips it upside down.

Cut in pieces at the corner so I have two triangles

I slowly pull it apart so some of the cheese dangles.

Watching me as I chew and such,

She whispered, Oh my sweet baby girl, I love you so much.

Those were the days and the months and the years,

Just thinking about it makes me fight back the tears.

Taken away from me to soon by murder,

No longer do we have the family girder.

Although maybe murder is a bit too strong,

Breast cancer has a way of stringing you along.

For six long years she fought and she fought

Until one day her efforts were for naught.