I’ll Eat your Piece

It was dessert that did me in; the upside down pineapple cake, looking up at me from the small white plate.

It was my grandmother’s favorite cake to bake, her special recipe, made special only because she was the one to make it.

I looked up at her, with I’m sure the beginnings of tears in my eyes, 
I can’t eat this …

That’s okay,
The words sweet, like the brown sugar or maraschino cherries that topped the upside down dessert.
I’ll eat your piece

This was for a dVerse prompt: So for today’s Poetics, I would love a presence of food in your poems. You can employ any form but touch upon food; vegetables, fruits, meat, dairy, desserts you love or hate. It could be about why you love/abhor cooking/baking, your most memorable/miserable meal ever, your relationship with food…the possibilities are endless. I hope you enjoy. 😊