Chocolate Cake Poem by Orville Phillips

My birthday
you made me a chocolate cake,
the gathered candles
with each breath would sway.

With excitement,
“happy birthday, ” you’d say.

Milk chocolate
melted onto rich fruit cake –
a work of art,
sculpted and left to cool.

Slice after slice
I was compelled to take.

A hot cup of tea
and a slice to eat,
the table dressed up to the nines
in lace.

Years passing like clouds,
decades like seasons –
an oak tree standing tall
beside a lake.

Clock hands sweep
past the minutes of its face –
a slice of time,
it’s twenty-five to nine.

(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)