Mornings Truthfully Told
If I told you truthfully what makes the tiles behind my lips show,
I would have to tell you it’s my love for hot lasagna after toiling with the dough
Every day another venture before cramming in the notes.
Every recipe a bountiful lecture that reaps the benefits of what is sown.
If I told you truthfully what makes the wonder and glee shine through,
My eyes would say, "Presentation!" and unashamedly devour my thoughts before I could even chew.
I could never be a prized baker or a whiz crowned above a stove,
But I can I do what little I can to please the tastes in my own alcove.
So it is. So it shall be.
Though textbooks get to me.
Check the clock.
Another minute or two
Until I have my hot lasagna
And my paper is due.