Wedge of the Moon

I dropped the fork and blew the candles, blinded by the glow on my plate.

It is a wedge of the moon sitting atop the slice of cake.

“Where do you draw your light from on this dark New Moon night?”

“I stole it from your dreams to drive you towards newer goals.”

My daughter steps out of the kitchen with her half-shed apron to ask, “How do you like my sugar craft, Dad?”

“Wonderful,  honey, the sweetness spoke to  me before I took a bite.”


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