Making You Cookies

I tug the small white apron on over my head
I love this apron
it smells like cookies and happy memories 

I put my worn out baseball cap on backwards
to keep my short whispy hair out of my face 
and start baking 

flour 
sugar 
butter 
eggs
the seaon of baking has begun

chocolate chips litter the floor 
flour somehow got on the ceiling 
there are a million dirty dishes in the sink 
and you wouldn't even start beliveing 
the things that I tell you 
oh the mess that I made

I ran out of baking trays 
and started using pans 
in and out of the oven 
tray after pan 
and pan after tray 
unitll the smell fills my house to it's rafters 

timers beep 
and mixer wirs
pots clang and 
oven purs  

mom comes in and half a batch dissapears 
my time manegment goes
and lord only knows
how much dough I've consumed 

every inhale a wave of sweet scent 
every exhale a new tray of tasty treats 
every time I look up somethings needing atention 
and don't even mention
the lack things I've had to eat

from twleve to four I've stood in this kitchen 
working my butt of making you cookies.