Poem: Cake

Cake

I was cleaning my room
When I found it in the dark corner without no sound
A golden spoon which I used one afternoon
It was full of dust and a bit of rust
I blew the dust away
The spoon shined
It was then I recalled
The cake we ate
That I had baked
And used the spoon
To take a bite of the cake.

Written by Srdjan Solkotovic

Srdjan Solkotovic

Poetry, stories, and so much more flow through my mind, sometimes I am lucky enough to write them down and share it with my lovely readers.