My Lip Balm

On the wooden shelf
My little cake appears
Looks as new as when I bought it
Still smells like strawberries
Smooth on the inside and bumpy on the outside
An iced cupcake with berries on top
Inside, glistening pink Lip Balm appears
Tastes so sweet
As my mum, delicate and smooth
Like my father, dark and consistent
As my brother, denting and rough
Like my friend, kind and comforting
My grandmother gave it to me for my seventh birthday
It was my favourite gift
It helps me soften my lips
I cannot keep secrets around it
If I lost it I would be distraught
It is special to me and only me, no one else would like it as I do
For my brother would not find this object of any use
I love my Lip Balm