When I was a little girl,
Perhaps once or twice a year
my parents would have a party,
sometimes it was a New Years Eve celebration
to which children were not invited—
although one year, my brothers and cousins and I
had our own party in the basement of our house
on Sutter Street..
I’m not sure what we did to occupy ourselves
but what I remember is the next morning
There were many tumblers with an inch
or two of liquid at the bottom—
but which did not taste very good.
I suspect my brothers may have poured all the
dregs together to see what they had missed,
but what I remember best
is the remains of a cake
left laying out on the table
now crusty and dried out–
but cake…was cake…
.no matter what its condition
SO while our parents slept
We polished off the cake.
–Sandra Lee Smith