the idea, somewhat ridiculous.
my mother laughed.
but we insisted.
out came the cake-mixes,
the bowl and the butter,
oil and the flour,
wooden spoon and aprons.
just to make it all real.
we mixed the batter,
cracked the eggs on the side.
hers landed on the table,
but mine neatly inside.
furiously mixing the ingridients,
turning the spoon round.
a cyclone, a whirlwind,
till one of us got tired,
the next took over.
my mother watched silently,
trying not to laugh.
mixing two different cake mixes,
tried something different.
ran every 5 minutes to check on the stove.
excited like we were when we were six,
playing with our barbies on the floor,
using shoes as there transport.
best-friends, we had been,
from years ago,
lost each other in the middle.
different lives we lead now,
but still manage to hold on.
the cake was done.
*tring*
went the timer,
eager to taste it.
the awesomest cake of all