Celebration

The cake is slowly rising 

In the oven

It smells sweet and warm

Like rainfall on a summers day

We watch it through the glass

It's like magic she squeals

We are having a celebration

A party to mark the days that were

And the ones that are yet to come

We set the table 

A red check tablecloth

A porcelain teapot

Cups and saucers 

Shiny spoons

And knives and forks

We blow up balloons

Pink and blue

Pink for the colour of her skin

Blue for the colour of her dress

She huffs and puffs

Falls over

Dizzy and happy

We tie strings around them

Let them float

As high as the ceiling

As wide as her eyes

For a while we forget that

It will only be us at the party

We seem to be enough for each other

And all her friends are fading

She twirls and sings

Perhaps it feels like a birthday

A real one

Where everything is special

Soon enough the cake is cooked

I lay it on the table

The top is golden

The bottom filled with cream

And jam

I hand her the serving knife

She cuts two slices

We sit back

Let the soft sponge 

Melt on our tongues

It is heaven

This is a very fine party

She declares

Silently I agree

And let the day drift away

To become a shining memory.