i think about what i miss.
nothing comes to mind,
but cookies.
freshly baked cookies,
right out of the oven
on aluminum trays.
dozens of them, all sorts,
all kinds. warm and gooey,
with
nuts and powdered sugar.
chocolate chunks,
almond.
some soft, some crunchy.
sugar and butter that will enlarge
my winter girth.
she made them in
all shapes and sizes neatly
arranged on plates,
or into plastic bags.
it didn't even have to be
a holiday.
i miss that. but only that,
the rest, sadly so,
forget about it.
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