Frosting On A Cake Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Sometimes my thoughts are wonderful sweet confections
That is when my heart is fill with the best of recollections
This is true only because my aging memory is selective
Living many years has taught lessons and been instructive

Love has given me the highest highs and the lowest lows
I could be sad and tearing out my hair; heaven only knows
From where I stand a cheerful smile and a warm embrace…
Dry my tears and soften the deepening lines upon my face

When I see my grandchildren growing taller and playing…
I learn from listening to what they innocently are saying
'Thank you for all you do. I love you bunches and heaps'
These words are frosting on a cake that my mind keeps