Middlin Magic

The winter 
I was sixteen, 
our freezer 
was more empty than full. 
I remember  
wishing that freezer 
was magic, that 
every time I opened it, 
our dinner for the next 
five nights would appear. 
Instead of wishing  
for a car 
or a new cell phone, 
I wished for chicken breasts, 
chicken nuggets, 
frozen pizzas, 
pork chops, 
frozen peas, 
rib-eye steaks, 
frozen strawberries, 
and a ready-to-bake apple pie, 
complete with vanilla ice cream. 
But, there was no magic freezer,      
just the local food bank, 
those peas and chicken,      
that middlin magic 
exactly what we needed.