Fairy Cakes

My grandma really liked to cook Scones and cream cakes she didn’t need a book And she always let me lick the spoon Cooking with her was always over too soon And best of all was over school holidays When I went to stay with her for those sunny days I had a bed in her spare room so right Each night she tucked me in real tight One day whilst we were cooking fairy cakes Grandma said she had something to say that couldn’t wait She said when I was about my age She found fairies behind the local school stage She made a pact with them to keep their secret Not telling anyone about them or how they met As a reward for this they gave her magic dust To bake delicious eating cakes a must She had told the fairies all about me And I would keep their secret easily So they spoke together for a while Until they laughed and said yes with a smile So Grandma went to the cupboard and took a jar out She held it up on high as it sparkled about And she opened the jar and put some in the mix Where it bubbled and popped as it worked it’s fix Then we put it in the oven and waited in turn As it baked in the oven refusing to burn So we took them out and they were golden brown So we put pink icing on them all spreading it around Those cakes tasted great better with each bite There was nothing like them they were just so right Grandma smiled as I looked at her And she put the jar in the cupboard with care there The next morning when I woke up in bed I looked out the bedroom window without dread And there was a fairy fluttering there Who smiled at me spreading glitter around without care. © Paul Warren Poetry