windows twilight grey, empty
two beige porch chairs missing.
Continued home and ordered the legendary
First known from the time when my own mother
was embarrassed the expensive cake
would not be liked by her young daughter.
No. The cake must be had:
I was probably seven or eight.
Winning by appeal, tears and will
a skill used later to get milk and bread
from the local variety store
-- on the bill.
I remember the exotic, odd taste and
Karen Joyce 4/2/21
the thrill of something new, forbidden.
Two beige chairs tossed by the bin.
No goodbyes, no farewell.
When the cake arrives tomorrow,
I will set aside a slice –
and savor the taste of the
bitter-sweet cream.
Karen Joyce 4/2/21
