Baklava, mousse, soufflé and trifle
Flapjacks, brownies and fairy cake
Delicious desserts in Mother’s kitchen
We children beg to taste a flake.
All day, Mother cooks with an eager smile
Flurrying flour, cinnamon, eggs and milk
Her skilful hands kneading dough, cutting treacle
Yet she moves with a grace like sweeping silk.
For breakfast, we have gingerbread
At lunchtime we feast on toffee
Often Mother will watch us eating
Drinking a cup of coffee.
In the cupboard we keep a cookbook
Brightly flaunting rainbow tints
Pictures of muffins and ...