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 Ebru's Cake From a Collection of Poems by Irwin J. Goldman  When Ebru bakes a cake,She puts in chocolate, Sunshine, coconut flakes and love And brings it to your door. You hear a gentle voice: "It's Ebru" And there she stands before you, happily, Holding out a portion of her genius. My mother never baked a cake. But, somehow, next morning I feel her presence behind me, Closely watching, As I drink my camomile tea And Ebru's cake slowly Vanishes into my body.
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