I see my family surrounding me
Mother bears the chocolate cake.
On the inside, a layer of icing sits comfy between spongy goodness;
the outside, crispy candy coatings dashed with fiery candles and tiramisu.
I desert the flames from my dessert.
Candles ablaze on chocolate glaze were wiped clean by my wind.
I hear aunts and uncles clap their hands.
They slap their palms in unison, singing that song we all know and love.
The TV hums a slight static over the hockey game;
The little pup huffs and puffs through its pug nose.
It’s the typical noise for my birthday joys.
My eardrums humble from the chatter and hubbub.
I feel the corduroy couch cushioning my body.
Blue and yellow pillows mellow my mood as I lie back and rest.
Moist, fluffy cake crumbs slip between my lips;
an explosion of taste riding on a spoon missile.
I love my birthday, my family, and their food.
A yearly tradition made with mood and ambition.