Thoughts of Yesteryear
December 02, 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout

As I reach into the cupboard,
To retrieve some old cook books,
I hold in my hand the one’s,
My Mother used, to often cook.

I feel her presence close to me,
As I measure ingredients in a bowl,
Just the way Mom use to bake,
I remember what I was told.

Use your hand to measure dear,
Use your hand to form a little cup,
A nip of this & that for flavor,
Remember now don’t use too much.

She’d have some Royal icing made,
To spread upon each creation,
Then sprinkle with bright colours,
For the proper celebration.

How my eyes would open wide,
One day I’ll do this too.
Bake cookies from those very books,
Was what I never knew.

She may be up in Heaven,
But she watches down from up above,
I remember the main ingredient she'd say,
Don’t forget my darling, to add a little love.