Roil

I am nine
Wondering
What it means
To roil fudge over
A hot flame in a pan
Watching my elder sister
Heat cocoa and the other
Ingredients until they roil up
Around the saucepan edge full
Of little bubbles until a drop in
A glass of water hangs in a
Ball not dissipates after a
Chemical reaction turns
Sugar and cocoa into
Fudge to pour into a
Buttered pie pan
Adding walnuts
Or pecans as
The fudge
Cools to
Cut into
Pieces
That
Disappear
In minutes as
My sibs know a
Good treat and all
Gone in minutes but
The memory of smells
And sights linger in my
Reveries of growing
Up in a big family
Where plausible
Deniability was
Our safety as
We learned
Best play
Mostly
Fair.