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Poem: Pancakes

Pancakes on blue plate

By Karlie Mickanuik

Every Sunday since I could remember we had pancakes

As a child it was a treat; the best day of the week

I loved waking up and helping you with the recipe and how you let me try and write my name in the batter

But as I got older I’d stumble to your place still half asleep

I stopped helping and started grumbling

Playing on my phone and waiting to go home

It wasn’t until I didn’t have those pancakes anymore

When I truly began to miss the flavours

Not only the syrup but the sense of family created

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