In this frosted bite of sheet cake...
Is my aunt sally
And in this bite, my auntie Chloe
And my uncle Peter...
Who knows now more

I chew on my childhood
And I think of how
Each age is only just a bite

A bite of the past
A bite of the present
And a bite of something yet to be told...

The succulence of a future’s past,
Is the greatest untold