i remember, you always 

tell me to go buy pancake powder 

must make sure to get discount then 

bring it home in pristine condition 

then you would take the bag from me 

pour in into big bowl with egg 

dump the other stuff in also 

whip up fine concoctions of perfection 

i really have no idea how you do it 

you make the pancakes so yummy 

can teach me ma 

i will make it for you in the future 

they melt in your mouth, fluffy 

shiok until you pass out 

taste like u ate them in old days 

they feel like something hidden 

now the silhouettes of the pancakes  

fade away – the memories remain 

all that’s left is the empty plate 

still smelling like bitter fate