Do you remember way back when
Your boy or girl was six or ten
When you got out flour and baking tools
There seemed to be a set of rules
That said you needed a helper too,
And you usually got it before you were through?
Cookies, dumplings, pie or cakes,
They wanted to make one "like mother makes."
Sometimes you thought, "O, what a mess,"
But anyway you soon said, "Yes,"
And glad you were, for they had fun
While you had love from daughter or son.
Now, when you bake, the house is still
But you remember, and always will,
When the little helper sat on that stool
And learned his lesson in your private school.
You made much more than pies and cake,
You made a memory "Like Mothers Make."
-by Mrs. Frances Blakenship