The Adventurous Cook and Her Private Quips

This child, picking berries red which scent bright juniper in the air, imbeds each one in a plate of mud like a genuine cook extraordinaire She dances, with her arms out swaying face bent deep in emotion, to find the key ingredients to stir into her latest creation The white rocks with the silver chips, and black orbed date palm fruit She sings while she is working for she always loves to cook While she is out there working the neighbor cat called "Pillow" (He really is named "Tigger" but she's now renamed the fellow) comes over to quickly inspect to see if there's some kind of treat some cream or some cheese or maybe, at best, a scrap of juicy, red meat She confides to him that she's lonely so he goes belly up and she pets him with a fondness and the delicacy of love This girl, loving life every second is a cook and as "grown up" as she wants to be She is the epitome of happiness and looks a lot like a lot younger me She comes in quite dirty, after her work, with only one thought in her mind "I've got a poem to write now mamma Can you listen to this rhyme?" At only 3 years old, it seems impossible to me and yet this little girl is already who she's bound to be.