When I put the frozen waffle box
On the counter, our second son likes
To wail, “WAAAAFFLLLLEEEE!” And hold on to your socks
Because he howls with force. After the “yikes,
You’re loud” passes through my brain, I remind
Him we have to wait for the toaster to do
Its magic. “WAAAAFFLLLLEEEE!” “Wait” isn’t the kind
Of word this one-year-old likes. Me neither. You?
I always think about God during waffle screams–
How there God is, toasting a nice blueberry
Breakfast treat, perhaps getting the ice cream
Scoop from the drawer (!) for my fave frozen dairy.
I’m convinced God must be holding out,
And God’s just warming syrup while I pout.
