Bake Sale
Covered in flour from head to toe,
Cookies lined up in an orderly row,
Unruly hair pulled back in a bun,
Smoke alarms blaring,
I'm on the run.
Frosting stuck to the walls without care,
I hope that the dog will lick it off there,
Dishes piled high in the sink,
Mom's best china tottering on the brink.
Recipes scattered all over the tables,
Spice jars in water escaping their labels,
Sugar crunching underfoot,
A day in the life of a twelve-year-old cook.