For Mike
My sixteen year-old daughter wants
dessert at ten o’clock on a Friday night,
so right there & then, her dad tells her to grab
the baking recipe book, has her check
the cabinet & fridge for ingredients,
helps her assemble the list, & proceeds to haul
their two derrieres to the grocery store.
I come home, a bit cranky, from a mandatory
parents’ meeting at the kid’s acting school
about things I’ll be hard-pressed to remember,
to the exuberant sounds of eggs being cracked
on a mixing bowl’s rim, bags rustling, a ring
of plastic measuring spoons clacking together,
an ancient, unwieldy electric mixer splattering
sugared butter across the kitchen, & two voices
bantering in their exclusive dialect of contentment.
The oven signals the completion of its preheating cycle,
& the girl capably slides the glass bowl filled with
white batter—yes, they’ve even separated the egg yolks
from the whites at nigh eleven o’clock at night—to create
a cake in the shape of a half-sphere, which will, of course,
be covered with frosting (covered, to my mind, generally being
the operative word)—though, not just any frosting, you see,
but a certain grey shade of frosting, because this is not just
any cake now baking at long-past-eleven o’clock at night…
& so it remains for the half-sphere to be tipped out
of its Pyrex to cool in the vacuum of space; next, to be
bombarded with ice cream scoopers of multiple sizes
to simulate the impact craters on the satellite’s surface
(while wry husband offers me bites of “ejecta” to snack on);
& finally, for the halved planetoid’s pocked regolith to receive
its lifeless lacquer—at which point, awash in the lunar sunrise
of my daughter’s one o’clock in the morning smile, I will consider
the myriad aims of which I’ve spent my decades falling short;
that is, until I suddenly have the presence of mind to realize,
by god, I’ve done something right in this life—
the precious girl I brought into this world
has a dad who can give her the moon.
STEPHANIE L. HARPER
“Moon Cake” was drafted during the May 2017 Tupelo Press 30/30 project.
After reading this, I will never think of “ejecta” in the same way. 🙂
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Wait, that’s your take-away here? 🤔
Haha! I knew I could count on you! 😉
😂😂😂
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Yeah, yeah. All that poetry stuff… But cake!
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You got that right… 😋
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What a scene to walk in on! What a dad! What an idea for a cake! Delightful poetic tale!
How long after till the lunar eclipse materialized?
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Ha! The “ejecta” held us over until a semi-respectable time the next day! 😁
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How wonderful!
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Thanks, Leslie! Yes, what a blessing it was to have such a beautiful realization like this wash over me.
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What an envoi & a unique use of an old fertility symbol. Very refreshing.
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Thanks, Daniel! Yes, it sure comes in handy (including poetically and mythologically) that a certain husband/father manages to embody progenitor, provider, and nurturer all in one! Refreshing, I’ll say!
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Sounds like a true man of excellence.
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So sweet!
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P.s. you’ve given me ideas for a certain 3.5 year old’s next birthday cake!
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Awesome! You know, I made quite a few elaborate birthday cakes for my kids over the years — the pinnacle was a wolf cake for my daughter’s 9th birthday, that looked like a painting. I made up all the designs via trial by error (and lost sleep… Lol). Nowadays, it’s way easier and better. Google Rosanna Pansino’s “Nerdy Nummies” recipes — she has books and how to videos on YouTube. My daughter follows her. Good luck!
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