Christmas Poems: Christmas Birthday Cake © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Christmas Poems: Christmas Birthday Cake ©



Christmas Birthday Cake
Armed with an apron, and dollops of cheer,
I set down to baking, 'round this time, last year;
Humming a carol, that lifted my heart,
I proceeded to start with, my work of art.

Ingredients in order, I whispered to me,
What a heavenly cake this will turn out to be!
(And Oh! so it was, in more ways than one,
You'll see about that, when this poem is done!)

I dusted the batter, with rare, precious spice,
I sifted the flour, once and then twice!
The batter was light, like gossamer silk,
It glistened and glowed, as I poured in the milk!

Then, into the oven, I placed it to bake,
Daydreaming of, the time we'd partake
at the grand Christmas party, in front of the crowd,
My cake would be scrumptious! And I'd be so proud!

All my friends would be there, they'd fawn over me,
They would beg, they would plead, for my cake recipe!
I would smile, toss my head, and smile bashfully,
And then, I'd oblige, ever so benevolently!

My cake rose like the sun, burnished pure gold,
A true masterpiece! A sight to behold!
My delight was delicious, almost exhausting,
as I iced it with a, creamy pale frosting.

On the table, it stood, like an ivory sculpture,
It gleamed and it glowed, so did I - with pure rapture!
As the warm scents of baking, mingled with spice,
I heard a small voice, 'May we please have a slice? '

I spun around indignant, now who could this be?
Who dared to interrupt, my sweet reverie?
Who dared to demolish, with such babarity
a cake fit to be saved, for all posterity?

T'was just the children, who swept up the street,
A raggedy bunch, with torn clothes and bare feet;
They gazed at the cake, in goodhearted cheer,
and the meaning of Christmas became suddenly clear.

We sat at the table, those children and I
and ate up that cake, in the wink of an eye!
We laughed as the frosting, spread over my face,
As cake crumbs scattered, on my table's white lace!

That grand Christmas party, could do without me,
My friends could just praise, another's recipe!
I had discovered, true Christmas joy,
by hosting a party, for the BirthdayBoy!
©

Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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