cake

I remember The yellow summer sun of late afternoon

Painting lace patterns on your yellow painted walls

And on your yellow gingham waxed tablecloth

Where your cool cancelled hands worked the cake mix

to completion

Were you happy ?

People pleasing

Wafting dreamily from one domestic task to another

Time stood still as did hope…

Till the warm drizzle cake was launched with cool pastry makers fingers

On to the lemon icing plate

Then careless mouths were struck dumb by hot fresh tea and cake

Gods and fools and kings and queens

Know the silence which comes

With

Cake