FOOTPRINTS IN THE FLOUR

She was on the kitchen floor with her daughter….loving a moment like this…

for it gave her the chance to remember…a chance to reminisce

This reminds me of your Grandma she said…whose memories fill this space.

(Why is it I can’t think of her without a smile on my face?)

I remember when we baked together…I remember all those cookies I devoured

And I also remember the first time we made footprints in the flour.

It was our first time baking cookies…I was unsure which way to turn

When your Grandma smiled and told me, “Don’t worry, you will learn.”

And I will teach you how to bake cookies…cakes and pies and more…

but when she handed me the flour…I dropped onto the floor.

I looked up at your Grandma…as tears formed in my eyes

What she did would forever change me…for to my complete surprise

she smiled saying “Don’t worry…the best cook is a messy one

now that you’ve learned your first lesson it’s time to have some fun.”

She spread more flour across the floor…it seemed to cover every space

She even picked up a little pile and threw it in my face…

We laughed and played on our kitchen floor for what seems to me like hours…

then your Grandma stopped and said to me…”Look! We made footprints in the flour.”

I don’t remember what kind of cookies we made…but at that time I swore

If I ever had the chance…I’d make more footprints on the floor.

So now it’s my turn to say, “Don’t worry…the best cook is a messy one…

now that your first lesson is over…it’s time to have some fun.”