Sometimes when breakfast dishes

have been washed and put away,

Mama looks at me and says

“Lets’ bake a cake today!”

From a peg she takes her apron,

while from a lower peg, I take mine,

We tie the strings behind our backs,

and don’t we look just fine?

Mama’s largest yellow bowl

sets on the kitchen table,

And I step up onto a stool,

to help, because I’m able;

Mama cracks some eggs fresh from the barn,

I take a fork and stir them up,

You have to beat those eggs a lot,

Before you can add a cup

of sugar, butter, flour, too.

and soda for the risin’

And mama grates some nutmeg in

for a taste that’s right surprisin’

It’s my job to butter up the pans

and dust them both with flour,

and then the cakes go in to bake,

and that takes near an hour.

While they bake, we tidied up,

and tiptoe across the floor,

’cause you don’t want those cakes to fall,

and have to make some more;

The kitchen fills with spicy scent

And I can hardly stand the wait

It’s always something special, when

my mama bakes a cake.


Sandra Lee Smith


Originally posted June, 2010

Updated September 5, 2018



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