Grandma's Cookies
At the store I see it all packaged up
Does it make me want milk in a cup.
No way, nothing can still compare
You would think it was so rare.
It was something so small
But even today I can remember all.
She would bring them out frozen
Enclosed in a bread sack, she had chosen.
Open the bag, even frozen, I smell the oatmeal.
Biting into it, you know this is real.
Give it a little bit to unfreeze.
Don't forget to tell her thank you and please.
I have seen the recipe but that won't be the same.
I would hope that you can see it wasn't for the fame.
Was it the smell or maybe even the taste.
Nope it was her and her cookies never went to waste.
I also published this on my main page as well. https://pachathepoet.blogspot.com/2020/04/grandmas-cookies.html
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