Math Poem

Starting out on a flat plane of perfection, lays

Freshly cut circles of dough made in perfect symmetry.

Sketching out the visions of holidays,

Translating into family memories that are infinitely cherished,

Verifying each generation is a part of the equation.

Ingredients need to be multiplied,

And a little estimated measuring is always A-OK.

The absolute maximum is the part where someone needs to clean out the bowl (and by that, I mean eat the leftover dough)

Sugar cookie baking around the holidays is always rational.

When you combine all family members into one family function f(x), that, my friend, is priceless.

~ G.S.