John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

His mother said he tries to have
his cake and eat it too.
Triple-layered chocolate
cake perched on a shiny plate.
He grins, this brown boy, flashes
white teeth at me – shakes me
out of complacency. I know
this insatiable desire, squirming
within my flesh: to eat or not
to eat. Me, I worship the cake.