It Wasn't Just a Mistake

So my poem is really meant to be read word by word so that is how I am going to post it. It was originally supposed to be in the shape of a pie.

Walking
through
the
saloon
style
doors
with
feet
smooth
on
the
thin
carpet,
I
wait
for
a
signal
to
mix
then
I
begin.
A
simple
ingredient
for
the
pie.
Almond
Flavoring
instead
of
vanilla,
a
simple
mistake.

who
knew
it
was
an
early
sign
of
her
dementia
that
killed
her.