There are lots of different cookies that my mama likes to make,
I like to be around her when she thinks it’s time to bake;
“The cookie jar is empty” she might say one summer day,
So I help her clear the table and put breakfast things away;
Then she goes into the cupboard and gets out her yellow bowl,
And I take out her receipt book with its dear familiar scrawl,
Where within my mama’s written all the recipes she makes,
the book is filled with favorite things like cookies, breads, and cakes;
I turn the pages slowly, thinking cinnamon and spice!
When mama says she thinks that oatmeal-raisin would be nice–
I find the receipt for her and start reading out her notes
shortening, flour, baking soda, cinnamon and oats,
Raisins, eggs, salt, and sugar, some walnuts and bit
of precious almond extract goes into all of it.
I chop up walnuts for her and watch her sift the flour
with the soda, salt and spices and it takes not quite an hour
Until the cookie dough is baking and I watch, an anxious pup,
To have some milk and cookies while we clean the kitchen up.
SANDRA LEE SMITH
ORIGINALLY POSTED JUNE 18, 2010
UPDATED SEPTEMBER 29, 2018