BUILDING A BIRTHDAY
My wife draws a breath.
Carefully she explains
the architecture of her frivolous cake,
a large one,
with fruit, and icing
white as brides, calmly wading over the top.
She has buns planned.
Sandwiches cut to budget size
and filled with luncheon meat,
cheese, meat paste and supermarket jam.
Jellies figure prominently,
what's a party without a jelly?
My daughter will receive her friends
in the giant shadow of her Mother.
It's her ninth birthday.
The foundations are laid.
By tomorrow evening
the house will have been eaten.
Poem by Alex-1971 copyright.