Janet Mary Zylstra

Rookie - 316 Points (1963 / London, England)

Cake Baking Day

Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

Delicious smells come tiptoeing
Around the oven door.
They come creeping through the kitchen,
Up the curtains, 'cross the floor.
They cling to Mother's apron,
Curl up in Mother's hair,
Play tantalizing hide and seek,
Reaching almost everywhere.
Then, when it comes to tea time
And the still-warm cake is sliced,
They linger as the children sigh,
'Oh, thanks Mom! That was nice! '

Comments about Cake Baking Day by Janet Mary Zylstra

  • dissatified exmember (1/30/2005 2:46:00 AM)

    This is so cute. I could just smell it and feel it. Well done(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 15, 2004