a slice of cake at 95

he's 95,

but only a couple of his

children,

just two

out of nine

seem to care or remember.

he's at his kitchen

table

eating chocolate

cake,

washing it down

with a cold

glass of milk,

the phone cradled

in his shoulder.

he has his friend

Esther

read the cards

to him.

it's a happy day.

no surprises or knocks

at the door.

here's to one more.