Happy 4th Birthday, Elsa!

"Slow Recipes"

Dragging your little chair across the floor
to be my 'help', you stand
tiptoed upon it, much too close
for me to stir ingredients,
open a drawer--or think.
The apron tied beneath your chin
reaches to your knees;
You wait with silken hair and skin
like milkweed drifting from the pod
wait
for me to measure so that
you can proudly pour
We blend important things
in flowered bowls
using the long hands of a yellow clock
this year
while you are four.

~by Jonelle Heckler (given to me by Grandma Giles)