My Mom's Cooking Poem by Annie Janine

The timer’s ticking was
Drowned out by the din of crashes and rattling
The many pots and pans made
The mixer growled as new ingredients
Got poured into the bowl of soon to be cake batter
The sizzle of chopped meat frying in a pan
was accompanied by the faint sound of lettuce being ripped for a salad. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Shushed the water
A couple of loud footsteps and finally a thud
There was a long, heavy sigh
For a short moment there was no sound.
Then, “Bring! ” Went the timer
And there was another long sigh
More footsteps
and more sounds.