“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.