Dough

 

Impatient for cookies

In my Mother’s kitchen

I was always eager to

Have a taste of the cookie dough

From the mixing bowl

 

Sometimes a quick move

Allowed a two-finger grab

For a chunk of dough with

Mom looking the other way.

 

She somehow always knew

Which typically meant my

Younger brothers were granted

The privilege of licking

The spoon and the bowl.