A mother’s day poem
Is it possible that someone
More capable than I will bake
Or,
Take the recipe I share among
My friends to remaster, make
Again my mother's famous
Cake, the one we defrosted a
Year after her passing, and
Passed among our friends who
Gathered to witness the year
Anniversary of her death? The
Cake one of her many gifts
By which we could remember
Her then. The famous cake,
Made with a flour ground from
Nuts, walnuts but we, actually
She, substituted almonds to
Make the roulade and a rich
Sweet frosting, rich and sweet
As was she. A flourless cake
She baked before every high-
Minded pastry chef in our
County offered one up on a
Dessert menu that topped a
Pricey tasting menu, elegant
As was she.
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