Lets Bake

The tiny fingers struggled,

She lifted and tipped.

Discouraged by her mess.

The snow-covered counter,

brought nothing but laughter.

Given another shot,

She cracked the eggs.

Wiggled those fingers,

Disgusted by the feel.

She giggled while she mixed.

Adding each new ingredient

with precision.

The bowl of dry was all she had left.

Determined to do better,

she clutched the bowl.

Tipped it all in.

Unsuspecting of the cloud it would emit.

Her lopsided grin shown through.

The giggle was the sign,

We were doing it right.

She added the chips,

Minus two or three.

We scooped out the dough,

Then we rolled and rolled.

The dough was too sticky.

None were the same size,

some were too close.

They were the best I had seen.

We watched as they baked,

reveling in the aroma.

The melting chocolate,

made our mouths water.

We let them cool,

but only for a moment.

They were gooey, chewy,

and perfectly warm.

Paired with some milk,

We took a small break.

Resuming our spots,

We rolled and rolled,

Baked and baked.

Then cleaned it up while we ate.

I cherish these moments.

Not worried about the time.

For all too soon,

she would be reaching for the moon.

While I bake.