Mama’s Coconut Cake
soft as a whisper, light as air
layers stacked with tender care
coconut spun like winter’s lace
a birthday wish, a warm embrace
frosting whipped, not much too sweet
but rich with love, a secret treat
each bite a cloud, a sugared dream
vanilla kissed with coconut cream
the candles flicker, shadows dance
her hands so sure, her knowing glance
she cuts a slice, sets it down
a taste of love in golden brown
years have passed, the cake remains
a tender thread through time and change
i close my eyes, i taste, i see—
mama’s hands still bake for me
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