falling like rain into her mixing bowl
the same bowl that was passed down from her mother
the same bowl that her grandmother used to celebrate life
and birthdays
and mile stones that meant more to her future than her past
she kept
trying to wipe them away but
every ingredient reminded her
that she
would never be able to do the same
for her this was the end
she would never be able to pass the recipes and dreams and stories that were passed on to her
so
they kept falling
and she kept wiping
as she mixed the 2 cups sugar and 1 3/4 cups flour and 3/4 cups cocoa powder and baking soda and 2 eggs and 1 cup milk and oil and vanilla extract and
tears
they kept falling
and she kept wiping
but she wasnt wiping fast enough
and she wasnt wiping hard enough
and she wasnt wiping long enough
or some one just hadnt told her
that you cant wipe cancer away
yeah
right into that bowl
they kept falling
and she kept crying
(quiet DA artist/copyright 2011)
