A February birthday with red velvet cake and cream cheese frosting
And tomorrow, yellow cake with chocolate frosting
A tradition I have started, or at least I hope
Of people who work side by side
And we don't even know their birthdays
When I was a little girl, all the important times had cake
Wedding cake, always white with white frosting
And you took a piece home and slept with it under your pillow
To dream of the man you would marry
And mostly to get frosting in your hair
There was birthday cake with ice cream
Cake at the baby shower
Cake for after the funeral service
And company is coming (we called visitors "company")
Cake, and maybe cake just because someone could drop by. Who knows?
When did we stop having cake?
Brownies and pie are good, pudding as the British call dessert
And cupcakes are so old they are new again
But I miss the cake
Mr. Gandhi told me I should be the change
I wish to see in the world
So I got things started, or at least I hope
For in the midst of the ordinariness of life
We should have cake
Susan
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