I wrote this poem in December around the time of my son’s birthday.
But we are many things aren’t weZ
Every year he requests the same chocolate cake with strawberries he’s had since he was little. And it’s a joy to make it for him, actually. To know that despite not being the best mother in the world (and who is?) I can give him the gift of tradition and the nostalgia that will evoke in adulthood.
I have wonderful memories of the birthday cakes my grandma made for me with ‘lilac’ icing (very specific- was never a pink girl 😂).
As I made the cake, it occurred to me that the process of raising a child was similar to baking a cake.
Never the same as the books say, running out of stuff, getting impatient, messing up. And so, this poem was born.
The cake you make
The cake you make, is like no other
Unique, as every child and Mother
Take your time, don’t stir too much
Things flourish with a lighter touch
Don’t over egg or try to force
Let time and process take their course
There will be breaks, you’ll make a mess,
You’ll find new stains upon your dress
People judge and you will worry
Channelling your Mary Berry
Remember….no-one’s really looking
We all concentrate on our own cooking
Sometimes, you will scrape the bowl
For every ounce of zing you own
You’ll lose your shit and say ‘oh bugger’
Find yourself plain out of sugar
The cake you make, may slump inside
On first glance, may not be your pride
You’ll curse the pictures in book
You’ll say “I wasn’t born to cook”
Frown at how much this is costing
Hide cracks under vanilla frosting
Your cake, won’t look the way it ‘should’
But, inside - please - have faith it’s good!
You made with care, you did your best
Serve those you love before the rest
Have your cake and eat it too
There’ll soon be washing up to do
And as you put the plates away
Smile “I think….. I did okay….”
Exploring your “back catalogue”, as I am wont to do, I’m delighted by a poem about a cake, written for your son’s birthday and posted on mine. Life is indeed messy, but always a celebration.
Lovely! Your Son is a very lucky young man to have a Mom who not only makes him a beautiful cake but also writes a poem about the love you have for him as a Mother guiding his path into the world. The poem is a trail and a legacy. Brava!