Pancakes

I remember waking up
and for a minute
not knowing where I was

But it only took a minute
it was all so familiar:
the wallpaper
the toys
the smell

I opened the door
and I heard voices
and I smelled that smell
wafting down the hall

I ran to the kitchen
knowing exactly what I'd find:
Nana flipping pancakes
and frying bacon

She told me I could help
so I grabbed my little stool
and flipped pancakes
as her experienced hands
guided my movements

Then she had me get plates
and cups and forks
and call everyone to the table
for breakfast

I remember
I even got to wake up Grampie
with my shrill voice yelling:
pancakes are ready
get up 
get up

When everyone was seated
the pancakes were served
and I think
mine was shaped like a heart

These memories
fill me with warmth
and longing
for pancakes
and Nana's house