Baking Day

On baking day, when I was small
I'd pull the chair up from the wall
And watch Mom sift and mix and stir
And, every step, I'd question her.
I'd watch her with such eager eyes
As Mother baked her cakes and pies.
But, oh, my very fondest wish
Was just to get to to lick the dish.

Now that I have older grown,
In a kitchen of my own,
Four pairs of eyes beam out at me
With avid curiosity.
Questions, questions by the score!
Because, you see, they number four.
But, oh, their very fondest wish
Is, just, to get to lick the dish!

-Ruth Rennell