Momma's in the kitchen
making muffins for me.
There's eggs, raisins, milk
And white powdery stuff I see.
She says it's flower,
but doesn't look the same.
With all those cups and bowls around,
it looks like a fun game.
Momma says if I help her
there'll be a tasty prize.
She'll stick some batter in the oven,
and I can watch it rise.
I'll watch it slowly grow
from sticky stuff to muffins.
How that happens, I don't know/
It is by magic somethings.
Then a muffin I'll gobble
up into my little tummy.
Those muffins will disappear
like magic, and so yummy.
Memories Of Baking With Mom
Muffins With Momma
Published: August 2018
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