Fairy Cakes

I’m reminded of the little 

fairy cakes we used to eat

as kids and the way you used 

to pick out the starry confetti

and smear buttercream on 

my frock, your mischievous

stamp of affection for me.

you were so confident about

being the best in everything

you did and when I think of

you today, I wonder why

you don’t think of yourself,

this way, anymore,

the way you used to,

many years ago.