Did they bake you a cake?A Poem by GeeOn 04/12/25 will be the the 6th birthday of mums not celebrated.
I watched in silence as you opened your presents,
each one a struggle, your arthritic fingers trembling as they searched for an opening between taped edges. Gifts, once unwrapped, were given a cursory glance, put to one side, if clothes these neatly folded. Envelopes were then handed to you ready openend, the card half exposed making it easier for you, this "our" way on your birthday and mother's day. Each and every word then read aloud, a hint of excitement, joy, tinging your voice if a rhyming verse found, this always and ever your favourite style of greeting, message. When done you settled back in your recliner clasping a lukewarm, half cup of tea, this lifted shakily to your thin, cracked lips to sip. As you did this a question played on my mind, but not wanting to disturb, distract you, this not asked. So I have spent the morning wondering, wondering as to whether or not the angels baked you a cake... © 2025 GeeAuthor's Note
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