HIS BROKEN HEART

My son..... spiderman never ceases to amaze me. I so admire his innocence and beautiful spirit and something that seems like nothing is really a symbol of him. So I decided to write a poem about the Cake walk experience yesterday. Enjoy.

His Broken Heart
He marched around the circle
As the music played.
So big and tall with pride,
His smile he could not fade

As the music stopped,
He sat down real quick
His numbers called, he wins a cake
Now which one will he pick?

His eyes are beaming, his face aglow
As he walks up to his prize
There are so many cakes to choose from
But which one will he find?

He sees one with red sparkles
He knows it is the best
The decisions made, he takes his cake
Decides against the rest.

Out of all the cakes he could have chose
He chose this one you see
A broken heart, broke in three
Red sparkles & chocolate icing.

It's little imperfection,
my boy he did not see -
It was as perfect as the rest
And he brought it home to me.

This is just the way he is
With people as with cakes,
He always sees the best in us
No matter what it takes.

He doesn't see our imperfections,
He doesn't see our brokenness,
He makes us feel so good inside
We forget about the rest.

So when you see an imperfection,
Think about this cake,
A little imperfection...
What difference does it make?

I'm probably putting to much thought into this little cake but really and truly Spiderman is a light that shines and doesn't see the same things we do. He is truly a gift from God. Both of my boys are. They truly are two of God's gifts to this world. I will to get a picture from his principal of the cakes. I know that they took a picture of the table. It is just the sweetest thing!

God Bless,
The Woman!