Uncles Can’t Retire
Twelve years ago I ‘retired’,
“No more cake decorating,
I’ve lost my ‘touch’.”
Like a man hanging up his guns,
reducing them to wall decorations,
but unable to finally part with them.
Palette knife, piping tubes,
tucked away safely.
Just in case.
Now, a special request from family,
for a wedding reception.
They assume old skills still exist.
Maybe they do, maybe they don’t.
Like a first draft of a poem,
or a novel, I’ll bake a ‘tester’.
Working with ancient ratios,
which surfaced when needed.
Pleased how it’s coming back,
and the kitchen smells good.
I’ll keep the decoration simple,
as befits less than perfect sight,
but I’m looking forward to it.
After I’ve tasted the ‘tester’.
Gyppo
