Laughable Snaps Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Black and white photos
Captured the little girl I once was
A one year old with fascination
Recorded by time lapse pauses

Wearing a shinny satin dress…
I remember it was pink
A homemade birthday cake
Got my attention in a blink

The shutter eye of the box camera
Clicked as it opened and closed
A single candle lifted with a tug
It must be tasty I supposed.

Pursed lips explored the frosting
As a tiny tongue savored
Drool commenced to flow
The sweetness was vanilla flavored

What a succulent trophy!
A small empty hand lunged
At the cake remaining on the table…
Destined to take a plunge

Save by a quick swoop from Auntie
Party-goers breathe an outward sigh
With a satisfied smile on my face
Nothing else could compete or vie