Sugar Cookie Season
It's sugar cookie season. Those
who seldom bake
take out the yellowed recipes
left by mothers and grandmothers—
perhaps the great aunt who never married—
and bake the thin or thick,
crisp or chewy, family version
of the season and share the sweet
with those who never bake
and have nothing of the past to make.
who seldom bake
take out the yellowed recipes
left by mothers and grandmothers—
perhaps the great aunt who never married—
and bake the thin or thick,
crisp or chewy, family version
of the season and share the sweet
with those who never bake
and have nothing of the past to make.
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Author's Note
Perhaps the sugar cookie is a southern thang
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Turned my sugar cookie craving into a dark thing. I like that.*
Food to the hungry, cold water to those who thirst, clothe the naked, visit the sick and imprisoned, yay, and to aught else... give ye sugar cookies.
It's in the Bible, no?
"with those who never bake
and have nothing of the past to make."
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yummy *
Wish now I hadn't skipped dessert at lunch. The "yellowed recipes" brought forth a vivid image of my mother's kitchen. *
Strong connection to first half of the poem. I like it.
Thank you all for readings and comments.
Nicely done, Gary, & it moves to your last line with a kind of sadness that does away with any overly sweet calories.