Pancakes

When I came back to the table
I found that my breakfast
Of blueberry pancakes
Had vanished
And since my brother was the only other person home,
I knew where my pancakes were.
I thought, "maybe,
I should forgive him.
What are a few pancakes among brothers
Who laughed on swing sets,
And lost hours on games of basketball
So we had to scramble to unload
The dishwasher before mom would get home.
All they really are is,
Some flour, and milk, and eggs.
Sizzling on the skillet so they fill the
Whole room with pancake steam
And blueberries that burst when you bite
Into their flesh
Covered with the glaze of maple syrup
Going down with a smooth cup of…
I don’t care, I want my pancakes back."

I don't really have much to say about it.