I cooked for two hours today.
And I find it strange that I laughed
And let my little brother lick the spoon after.
I didn’t really fancy it.
We were busy stirring caramel until our arms hurt
Our legs heating on the oven door
Singing along to whatever on the radio.
I find it strange that I didn’t particularly want
To do the pouring and the mixing
Or add icing decorations at the end.
I was quite happy to help
And let my brother do it
In a mucky, childish way.
It was okay.
Maybe this will be what being a woman is.
Rolling up my sleeves and
Tucking my hair behind my ears,
(A bad habit, I know it looks ugly)
Just getting along with life
Just enjoying the small things
Like baking after a long, disappointing day.