Everyone has
Their favorite…
Grandma's chocolate
Chip cookies,
Fresh & piping hot
Right out of the oven
As she smacked your hand
While reaching
For them
Before they
Had cooled off
Properly,
With a glass
Of cold
Milk.
Or
During the Girl Scout
Season…
We all have the ones
We wait
All year for,
Thin Mints
Tagalongs,
Samoa's
And so on…
You see
These little
Words are already
Making your
Mouth water
Your stomach growl
Your cravings
Rise to
The surface
As if they
Were there
Already…
And its some
Cruel twisted
Joke
That our brains
Won't change
The channel
Like a five year old
Who is just
Going to sit
There in the corner
Of our minds
And pout
Until they
Get that cookie!
Mine
Right now
In this instant
Is a white chocolate chip
Macadamia nut
Cookie,
Still soft
& warm
Glass of milk
Waiting
Till I close
My eyes
Let it touch
My tongue
&light up
My soul
Like a Christmas tree
On Christmas morning…
Or Yule…
Your cookie
Is there isn't it?
Floating in your
Mind since
The third line,
Putting a smile,
Torturous as it is,
On your face.
Remember that cookie
The next time
You need
That little smile
That your happiness
Can be as simple
As thinking
About your
Cookie.
