Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

 

In memory of my dear aunt

She loved to bake

to bake was to show how much you loved someone

Most of all she enjoyed

the idea of inventing new recipes for cupcakes

After a long day at work

usually on a Friday night,

She would sit at her huge kitchen counter

to concoct her secret recipes:

1. Blueberries, (when they were in season of course, frozen anything just did not make sense to her) bananas, crushed hazel nuts, and small bits of fresh coconut.
2. Applesauce, and strawberries with walnuts and raisins
3. Chocolate chip and pistachios mixed with raspberries

These were the ones I remember best.

She never wrote down her recipes

no one ever knew the proper ratios of the ingredients

But you could taste each one distinctly

when you took the first bite.

The cake would melt in your mouth

and a delicious almost sensuous thrill

would take over your taste buds.

We all felt like we should go to confession

before the Sunday mass.

Every time someone would ask her for a recipe, she’d reply, ” Can’t tell exactly how much of this or that or this other thing, but for sure my main ingredient is LOVE. my cupcakes are all LOVE.

We definitely felt the love;

it made our bellies grow;

it widened our waistlines;

and make us chuckle loudly, at least 10 decibels higher than usual.

Her cupcakes live in our memories now.

My cupcakes never measure up to hers.

Except, that I too,  make sure I have folded in

lots of love.

Without love cupcakes do not taste the same.

And what would this world be like without cupcakes?