she sits by the window
on a winter morning
her hands circling a cup of tea
straining to see the blue sky –
clean, cloudless, warm
the thick black branches
stretching out above her
dare her to find
the sky of her imagination
i am firm but creamy
sugary at the top
when you burn me
my skin turns brown
and crunchy to the bite
but inside i remain
as tender as ever
Just another foodie mom. 