Lost

Another Snow Day
I’ll be kind, make a hot meal.
Saw through day-old baguette
Pain perdu.

Whisk eggs cream vanilla spice salt
Soak holey oblongs
Heat pan
Skate butter
Ferry saturated slices over to pan
Sizzle to satisfaction.

Child arrives
I sense her beside me.
I’m making French toast!
I say.

No response
except
I hear
dry cereal hit ramekin.

For you
I clarify.
I see that
she parries.

Fickle.

I have an abundance
I guess I’ll meal prep.

Shuttle golden
crisped slabs to plate
Make scrambled custard
from remaining soaking batter.

Sit
by
my
self.

Hear a rustle in the kitchen
See a form hover by the counter
Noisy mastication fills the air
Mmmm! She says.

Without prodding
she joins me at the table
with a plate heaped with toast and egg.
Thanks Mom this is great!

Trust the process

This morning
neither bread
nor love
is lost.