That Jar of Cookies

To the unsuspecting eye

They are normal cookies

Cookies made for a festive time

Cookies bought from a store

But they are neither of these things

For they are made by hand

Misshapened cookies like those from Amos

Crumbly cookies like those from Anne's

They look like rocks from the sea

All jagged and rough

Like rocks in a limestone cave

Well slapped and eaten by time

But they are pretty to me

And so very delicious

For a careful hand made them

And a loving eye baked them

As her lips whispered

While she kneaded and folded

Words that made me special

Utterances that were one-of-a-kind

I love these cookies

And wish the jar always full

For that's when I know we are

Fondly remembered of a long ago

- by TC Lai