Our Beginnings

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We start as flour,

milk and eggs

together in a bowl.

We’re stirred with love,

the right amount,

then poured upon

the griddle.

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From shapes of color

cut from fruit,

We don’t know who we’ll be.  

Placed on a plate,

we find ourselves,

A face like you and me.

 

We last for just a moment,

are eaten in the next.

But before we go,

we make a pose

for time and memory.

 

We're here to

face the morning,

and help the world feel good.

 

When life gets rough,

we hang in tough,

like good friends

always should.

 

Some say we’re wise

and thoughtful beings,

Some see us as pop art.

We each can tell a story,

just open up your heart.