My Kitchen Thoughts

I am a helpful girl who helps her mother.

I wonder if there was ever a chocolate river.

I hear the cool breeze of paradise.

I see a beautiful garden in my sight.

I want to hold the scrumptious fruit in my hand tight.

I am a helpful girl who helps her mother.

I pretend to bake brilliant brownies.

I feel them in my teeth, yummy and tasty to eat.

I touch fresh water from the flowing fountain below to wash my hands.

I worry that this sticky situation will never end.

I cry and try to mend the stains that I have made.

I am a helpful girl who helps her mother.

I understand that I have made a worthy attempt but all my efforts seem to
be in vain as my mother has started to complain.

I say to myself “Come what may! I will rise again on another day!”

I dream to be the best baker in the world.

I try to be tidy and neat now whenever I make or bake a brilliant brownie.

I hope to be my mother’s assistant soon and make her face filled with glee.

I am a helpful girl who helps her mother.