Grandma’s Cookie Jar
I’ll never tire of opening your lid
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Every time I visit
I look forward to our meeting
Eagerly anticipating
The treats grandma has awaiting
For me and my siblings
What is it today?
Could it be chocolate chip cookies?
Or oatmeal raisin?
Perhaps peanut butter
Or ginger snaps
Or lemon squares will be taken?
By the handful, no doubt!
All the goodies you hold
Are sweet to the tooth
There’s a reason I run
Immediately to you
Each dessert is made with much sugar and love
In every bite, I can feel grandma’s warm touch
I’ll never tire of opening your lid
And seeing what’s inside, always to grin
Oh the years you’ve brought me cheer
Whenever I see you, I’ll think of her
And though she’s gone now to heaven afar
I’ll remember her always
When I partake of her cookie jar
About the Creator
Ryan Burkey
A native of the PNW, Ryan is a political analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. He writes about nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. He enjoys traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.
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