A Daughter’s Birth Day

I always made the cake
sponge, with chocolate inside
sugar icing that dripped in rivulets
like the many rainy
late October birthdays
some pale pink candles
and silvered sugar balls
delineating years;
3, 5, 10...today too many
to ignite and blow before the cake
catches fire.

A few close friends to party with
apple bobbing, musical chairs
and spectral decor we'd cut
from coloured paper
wool webbed for extra spookiness
when the lights switched off
and only the cake flames glowed
in the dark, on your shining face
a halo of curls, tight and blonde
puffed cheeks filled to blow
all in one go
- the candles quenched

Another birthday counted
and I count down
back down these 50 years
to the night you slipped
just past the midnight hour
newly fleshed and with eyes so blue
opened from the first.

30 thoughts on “A Daughter’s Birth Day

  1. Ah birthdays. I still luv mine though i do not always eat cake.

    much♡love

  2. Such a lovely poem and memories. My eldest will be 50 next February, not sure how that can be since I am only 35. Many happy returns to your daughter, hope you are sharing some chocolate cake with her. 🎂

  3. Thank you for sharing this special part of you and your daughter’s life so beautifully, Laura…

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