It's Still Life

As I Recall

It wasn’t
the white cake with
white frosting with
shredded coconut, or
pink spindle-turned candles,
or all the balloons
that Dad blew-up before
he drove off to work,
or the all-beef hotdogs
with green pickle relish
and squirts of yellow mustard,
or as many potato chips
as I wanted to eat,
nor was it the clown with
the enormous red shoes.
As I recall, it was
the pink pleated paper cups
filled with salted cashews.
That’s was the best bit
of my 8th birthday party.

© Misky 2016. Written for Poetic Bloomings “The Best Thing I Ever Ate”