by Breana
As I quickly walk right left right
Into the famous store I march
The anticipation of order had a grasp on my focus
Everything around me is standing silent and still
While I myself move swiftly
I pronounce my order in the lingo
That the workers know oh to well
I in trust them with my order that they will make it right
I can not see what is being done
This worries me much
The combination of the different components
All not having a place in this
Mixed together in then perfect bliss
Then the mixture is passed on to the next care taker
Gently pouring it into its temporary home
Covered tightly with whip cream and a lid it is finally ready
They give it a name and place it on the counter
By the looks of this creation I know it is mine
Unique in its own way just as I am to it
Wrapping my fingers and feeling the chill
Understanding it belongs to me
No on will take it from me, for my lips have claimed it
The flavors of this master piece awakens me
Give me a new light
On the other side of my green straw
The once considered home is now half full
My stomach has its other half soon to become a whole
Just as mind, body & soul
