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Flour here ... flour there
On the floor, on the chair
Yep.....
That's my kitchen, each time I bake
Bread and cookies, chocolate cake

Sifting flour....
Through the air it goes
Up to my elbows
From my nose to my toes

Now, Grandma
Could take that flour
Make the best things
Hour after hour

The smell .... a delight
When she was baking
Grandma, always in the kitchen
What could she be making

"Grandma, teach me how to bake"
Oh Me Oh My....
I never got the knack
And I DID try

She never used a measuring cup
Or a measuring spoon
Her kitchen never looked
The aftermath of a monsoon

I have to use the spoons
And the measuring cup
My baking is a disaster
I spend more time cleaning up!

So there I go, cleaning
From the ceiling to the floor
Thank goodness.....
I can get baked goods
From the grocery store!!

Dedicated To My Dear Sweet Grandma
Who's been gone for many years
But, how that Dear Lady could Bake
And Cook
And of course...
HUG
:-)