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