This is #5 in the prompts for NaPoWriMo.
Spices and Seasonings She remembered a time, When the food wasn't bland and dry, It had spices and seasonings, And accompaniments and fries. She remembered a time, When rain poured from the dark sky, When children played in puddles, Without a worry, nor wondering why. Now the food was bland, As spices were lost to a fire, Neither were there seasonings, Because there was no one to hire. It was just her, Alone on Earth, Wondering if anyone would come to save her, Or at least get her some spices and seasonings.