Lady
of Cupcakes
Your eyes are clear
Grey blue
Shiny silver hair falls gracefully on
Strikingly high cheek-bones
Your strong square jaw
One side slightly sagging
Set still in delightful
Determination
In your wheel chair
At the counter
You stir the batter
With one strong arm
The other limp on your lap
You don’t need it
Licking ginger frosting
From sensual female lips
Humming along to Doris Day
Whatever
will be will be
Smiling smartie-Picasso
faces
Each an icing masterpiece
You throw your head back
In luxurious laughter
Lady of the cupcakes
Will I someday learn
To bake like you?
To live only in the now?
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