Flour’s in my candles
Wipe the kitchen down
Dusty piles of powder
Blowin’ all around
Ne’er thought I’d find all
That sifted, white ground
From drawer to floor
Floatin’ into mounds
But there it lived in
Every tiny crack
Chasin’ the day’s work
Breakin’ mama’s back
Pies and fresh pastries
Sweet raspberry tarts
Takes a lot of flour
And lots of false starts
Ain’t easy bakin’
Those cookies and cakes
Need a lil’ helper
For goodness sakes
Tie up his apron
Give him a good spoon
Young lad must learn
This cookin’ real soon
Flour goes a flyin’
Countertops to walls
Small fingers playin’
Makin’ castles tall
In between buildin’
Draw a shape or two
Learn to use a rollin’ pin
Pies for me and you
Smell the huckleberries
Picked right off the vine
Sprinkle ‘em with sugar
Add some brandy wine
Gentle with the crust, lad,
Crown must not fly high
Seal the edges now
Pinch, pinch, pinch the pie
Straight into the oven
Let’s all clap our hands
Flour rainin’ down
Formin’ mountains of sand
Forty minutes pass
Oven’s sweet perfume
Wafts throughout the house
Into every room
Timer wakes us all
Plates ready to go
The boy still plays
Apron fallin’ like snow
Thus my red candles
Got covered in white
Wouldn’t trade a speck
Of that wonderful sight!
–Victoria Emmons, copyright 2015