Helping Grandma

In Grandma's house, a cozy place, With walls of lavender and lace, Sunbeams danced on dusty shelves, Filled with stories of tiny elves.

Grandma, with a smile so sweet, And rosy cheeks and dancing feet, Was baking cookies, round and brown, The bestest treats in all the town!

Little Lily, bright and bold, Her hair like sunshine, spun of gold, Arrived with giggles at the door, Ready to help and ask for more!

"Grandma, Grandma, can I please, Help you bake with greatest ease?" Grandma chuckled, "Yes, my dear, The bestest helper's always here!"

Lily stirred the sugared dough, Making swirls that helped it grow. Grandma sprinkled chocolate chips, On cookie mountains, tiny trips!

They rolled and cut with happy sighs, Creating stars before their eyes. The oven hummed a gentle tune, Beneath the silver afternoon.

The cookies baked, a fragrant smell, A yummy story they could tell. Lily shared a whispered wish, "To always bake with Grandma's dish!"

At last they cooled, a golden stack, No time for fancy chit-chat, lack Of patience bubbled in their hearts, To share the treats in separate parts.

With milk so cold and cookies warm, They weathered every single storm. Grandma and Lily, side-by-side, Their friendship, a delicious tide.