Cookie Jar


Hard, tall, molded statue of glass,
how I can see inside you,
but yet your walls keep you hidden?
I want to open you up and relish your gusto.
My fingers rummage for that particular delicacy.
Rise up, up from the walls of glass so I can savor a chomp.
Your zing fills my beak.
Crumbs rain on my lap from your sweet memory.
'Til we meet again, glass vessel of confections.

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I am a bride to Kyle, a mother to my two handsome boys, Mason and Matthew, and I love to write poems and paint pictures. "Cookie Jar" is about my love of cookies. Also, I collect all kinds of cookie jars and currently have thirty in my collection.