I made a cake today, I made it with spelt flour, it was a fabulous cake. No big deal, cakes are easy, but I haven’t made one since my mum died two years ago, so it was a bit of a big deal for me. I used to make my mum a cake every week, this was only a couple of years before she died. Prior to that, I didn’t make cakes. I’m a good cook, but a savoury cook, not having too much of a sweet tooth myself. Anyway, I’m getting off track but I made cakes for my mum. I used to stir in love, as I stirred in that love with every turn of the spoon I knew I was keeping her alive. Mum loved my cakes, I agreed with her, I could make bloody good cakes. Anyway today I made a cake. I spoke to mum while I stirred it, I told her she would like it but realised she did’t need cake anymore. Cake would weigh her down, mum needs to fly. Anyway the moral of this story is you can put love into anything, you just have to decide to, that and I’m missing my mum.
Daily Prompt – Missing
