Friday, November 20, 2009

Little Red Barn Cake

(An ode to Big Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown)

By the little red barn

On the yummy green cake

Little girls gathered with

Birthday memories to make.

There was a big group of friends

And a little taste of heaven

With candles on the cake.

Count them. There are seven.

They all played together by the little red barn cake.

And they climbed in the saddle, horseback rides to take.

When the candles were lit at the end of the meal,

The party guests sang,

The Birthday Girl squealed.

Hope breathed in the smell of sweet warm hay

And blew out her candles without delay.

The Daddy said prayers that Hope would be blessed

And asked God to guide her as He knows best.

The little girls smiled and nibbled their cake,

So happy to join Hope to celebrate.

And there they were

All day long

Playing happily

By the little red barn cake.

Only the wishes were left to make,

The party favors for guests to take.

While the sun shined high

In the bright autumn sky.

Happy Birthday, Hope!


The Quintessential Magpie said...

Very cute cake and cute birthday wishes in rhyme for a little sweetie!


Sheila :-)

Cathy said...

Oh Melissa!!! There are just no words to express what is on my heart. Thank you for making such a precious cake. You truly pour your heart into everything you do because it shows. I am so thankful for God placing you in my life. You have touched and blessed my heart. Thank you Melissa.
Love you,

Jennifer Driver said...

Adorable cake! :)

Sandy said...

Hi Melissa,
Your cake is lovely as usual. What a talent! I now have a blog. Mine is set up similar to yours - just two columns. I would like to center my header like yours but I don't know how to do it. Can you help me out?

PS - I posted about my bridal shower cake that I first saw on your blog. Thanks again for that inspiration!

Teacup Lane (Sandy)

Sandy Toes said...

That cake is just so very cute! I love the haystacks...they look real!
sandy toe

Just a little something from Judy said...

This post brought me to tears. I lost a little granddaughter in my daughter's sixth month of pregnancy. She was delivered still born, and her parents named her Hope. She would be four years old now, and so reading tribute to this sweet little girl was so special to me, in this early morning hour. It was a tender reminder of our dear Hope. What a beautifully creative party!

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