Sweet Poetry Poem by Vida Nenadic

She used to make cakes
naturally,
as if she was
writing a song.
Instead of sugar
she was sweetening it
with her memories.
She was putting the cream on them
and baking them on the fire
on which she was burning. Also.

As if she was writing the poetry
she used to serve the cakes
on the trace full of hope.
There are so many of her admires.
They are reading
while eating her cakes
which are melting
in their mouths.