Cream Cake
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When I was a young boy, my Grandmother (Nan), would take me shopping with her and we would always stop and she would buy me a cream cake. Long before she passed she promised me she would come back and see me after had passed away, if there was anyway she could find to do so. Years later she did exactly that, when on a train from France, the meal service included a little cream cake. One bite and the taste sent my memories spinning - It was like she was right there with me....I like to believe she was...
Little cream cake on the train from France
Lit a fire in my mind and my heart began to dance
Memories buzzing through my brain
Thanks for the visit, I'm glad you came
Filled with fondest memories
Of days spent with you, heart full, carefree
Loved and adored, my moment in the sun
No doubt in your eyes that I was number one
Long ago you and I made a pact you see
You said, if you could, you'd come back to me
It's been a long time, didn't know how long you'd take
And just right then, you jumped out of my cream cake
I know love has no end cos yours is still with me
Whispering I'm here and will always be
For you I live my life like my life is at stake
Thanks Nan for your visit and for my cream cake
Copyright © Scott Harris | Year Posted 2014
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