“Icing, Nuts, and Cake” by Shirley June Compton
Straight home I came
It was still broad daylight
And it’s a good thing I did.
Hardly touched
As touching goes
But, ah, love, even so
Anyone looking at me could tell I had been loved.
Flushed, warm cheeks
Sparkling eyes
(no mascara even)
Just a few crumbs
But ah, love, even so
They were crumbs
not from under the rich man’s table
But tasty, flavorful, scraped from the bottom of the pan
Finger licking good
Icing, nuts, and cake.
And though
I know
No amount of crumbs will ever make a loaf –
not even one piece –
Ah, love, even so
How rich it is!
Anyone looking at me could tell I have been loved.