I want to paint a little girl on a stepping stool,

Reaching out to get a taste of the chocolate and ice cream cake her mother had made,

Her mouth watering just from the thought of eating the delicious cake,

The cream on top of the cake in little perfect swirls,

And on top of each swirl, was a cherry,

That looked to perfect to be in reality,

and to top it all off, it had a rich smell of heaven.