From many blocks away
Mom baked her famous cookies
I would eat them straight from the oven.
Cinnamon, sugar, flour and vanilla
The kitchen full of love and comfort.
A glass of milk and four cookies on a plate.
Those were days of innocence
What childhood memories are made of.
Mommy with her apron
Full of flour.
I smell the cookies now
In my days of age
And my tears flow slowly~
memories of long ago.