Little did we know
So many years ago,
When Mom put the margarine in a bowl to soften on the stove;
That we’d remember forever how she mixed up the love.
When the margarine sticks were soft,
We dutifully measured sugar, brown and white;
As we knelt in the chair, “carefully,” as we were taught,
We stirred and mixed with all our tiny might.
Mom was patient as we stirred that dough;
She added the eggs, broke one, broke two,
Then it was easier to mix and away we’d go.
We didn’t know more would be added before we were through.
Ah, the dreaded flour, with soda, and salt,
And it would be too much for our little hands;
We didn’t want a lumpy finish to be our fault,
But the mix was accomplished with Mom’s help and her gentle hands.
The last ingredient, the most important by far,
Were the chips, the whole bag, maybe one or two for our tummies.
And when they were dropped in, we squealed with delight
Then into the oven, oh yummy, yummys!
Forget Famous Amos, Nabisco, and Keeblers…
Our chocolate chip cookies were the best in the land;
Made with Mom’s love and Mom’s own hands.
Now we all make our copies to remember the best;
But Mom’s were originals and we were blessed.
