Irwin J. Goldman  

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.