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GRANDMA'S COOKIES

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I remember the aroma of Grandma’s cookies…in the oven baking
and in the jar upon the counter…ready for the taking.

For any occasion or no occasion…I’m not exaggerating
when I walked into her house…she had those cookies waiting.

When Grandma became sick…when she couldn’t bake cookies anymore
one day on my way to visit…I stopped by the cookie store.

I found the most beautiful cookies sitting near the windowpane…
smiling sunflower cookies…wrapped in cellophane.

I brought two of them to Grandma…she said, “Oh honey, what a treat.”
“I”ll cherish them forever…’cause they’re much to beautiful to eat.”

I didn’t think much about them till she was gone and there on her windowpane
I happened on two sunflower cookies…wrapped in cellophane.

“She wasn’t kidding.” I whispered to myself as I wipe away a tear
thinking of all the cookies she’d baked…all those cookies…all those years.

I laid one in her coffin…so when she got to heaven she would see
her cookie wrapped in cellophane and she would think of me.

And I kept the other cookie…wrapped in cellophane as it were…
so every time I look at it…I will think of her.

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