Do you remember, Mom,
when I used to make "witch's brew"
by mixing up spices from our cabinet
with reckless abandon?
You'd go do work smelling
of cinnamon and sage
Today I made "witch's brew" of a different sort.
A grown up version
in the trashcan
with all the spices in our cabinet
that were overdue or almost used
I smelled
of cinnamon and sage
And I thought of how I loved it then
the freedom I had
to mix
laugh
make a smelly mess
It was enough to make me laugh again
and look forward to the freedom
that a new adventure brings
The little girl inside
found it very refreshing
