We each <br />bake a cake. <br /> <br />Mine. <br />Precise ingredients. <br /> <br />Yours. <br />A snip of this <br />a snatch of that <br />a little what’s what! <br /> <br />“Trust me! ” <br />(you say) <br />“I know what I know! ” <br /> <br />Yours..rises <br />fluffy with delight! <br /> <br />Mine. <br />Refuses to rise <br />a hollow crown. <br /> <br />“Ah…did the big man’s cakeywakey <br />not risey! ” <br /> <br />You mock. <br /> <br />“You can eat <br />...mine! ” <br /> <br />You say in a Marie Antoinette way. <br /> <br />I am still despondent. <br /> <br />“Oh come here! ” <br />you comfort me <br /> <br />feeding me hot soft crumbly cake <br />from your mouth to mine. <br /> <br />you lead me up stairs <br /> <br />“Now, let’s see <br />about a bun <br />in the oven! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becoming-pregnant/
