Bursting Memories

Today is the fourth, a cake is in the oven, the smell is heavenly wafting throughout the house.   I can almost imagine the smell rolling through like the hand movements of a belly dancer sensuously beckoning her beloved.                                                                                        

  Another family will be enjoying it, till the crumbs fall to the floor and the plate complete with dirty forks  make their way to the sink.  Outside, much later this evening the rockets, bottle like and cherry bombs not bombes’ will be bursting with the excitement of a teenager on his first day of driving.    The smell of the cake still lingers as if it has moved in and decided to stay, but just like memories and elderly minds it will fade, and all that ,will  be left with the napkins by the sink on a sunny day in July.