How I remember Grandma’s cookies
As I came into her home it was nice
To smell the fragrance of them in the air
I detected chocolate, oatmeal and spice
Warm and gooy on my tongue
I would close my eyes for a moment
Because they tasted so very good
As sweet as a fresh-made jelly doughnut
And during the holidays, of course
Grandma would always mix ‘em up
I would sit and watch then taste them
With fresh cold milk in Grandma’s cup
To be able to observe this wonderful lady
Brought such a warm sweet emotion
And to add the food that she cooked so well
I felt such total and loving devotion
As I look at wonderful old pictures
In our worn family album from a chest
It’s almost like I’m sitting once again
In Grandma’s kitchen that I loved best!
Marilyn Lott
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