The Icer

I needed a cake for a birthday; I stopped at a fancy food store. With Mothers’ Day coming tomorrow, I lucked out with choices galore. My daughter loves everything chocolate And one seemed to really just pop – A mousse-filled creation in layers, But crowned with a satiny top. When asked if the cake could, with icing, Be personalized on the spot, The counterman grinned with excitement; I gathered he does this a lot. With beautifully swirled dainty letters, How deftly he piped every word, But before he completed his artwork, A happenstance strangely occurred. He’d asked not a word ‘bout my daughter But finished his icing design With a musical staff and a clef note When it’s music that makes her life shine. How’d you know? was the best I could muster. He just smiled as he tenderly placed What he’d lovingly done in a cake box; It’s just perfect, no matter the taste.