Grow With the Dough
A Metaphor for Life
By: DeEtta Miller
I’ve never met a metaphor
I did not like
So here is another
From a 50’s tyke
I’m very old
So, you may not know
Our favorite snack
Was raw cookie dough
Not surprising
Cookie dough can be grand
But if you got caught
A slap on the hand
To eat mother’s cookies
In their raw, chewy state
Was considered a crime
But we just couldn’t wait!
So, we learned to be sneaky
While she talked on the phone
Loading pockets with dough
Then hiding all alone
Pulling soft gooey sweetness
From chocolate-stained clothing
Denying my siblings
With faces of loathing
But I did it, I did it!
I got more than my share
Sitting in darkness
I just didn’t care…
Six decades have passed
Since I filled my young tummy
Three siblings are gone
Including our Mommy
Cooked or raw
Childhood dough was a test
Who could sneak the most
Who was the best
Why must everything
A contest be
To share is better
How can we not see?
Now when I bake
The dough lacks it thrill
If only I could share
Well, one day I will…
About the Creator
DeEtta Miller
Found my "Voice" as a college student of forty-seven. Once a memoir was written, fiction, poetry and non-fiction became my passions.
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Comments (4)
Thank you soooo much! How kind...
I love this!
Thank you, Mark! You make me laugh... yea, that raw dough is awesome! Love your input!
Great work and I really like raw cookie dough and now I get cookie dough ice cream and love that it really tastes the same as cookie dough.