The Cookie Jar

I learned a lot from Grandma She helped me become a man When I thought I just couldn't make it She always told me I can She taught me all of life's lessons While sitting at her breakfast nook Some homemade cookies and a glass of milk Was usually all it took She told me all about Heaven And the price we'd pay for sin She always started her lessons with "Let me see now, where do I begin?" I really miss her cookies And the stories she used to tell She knew how to get my attention I just couldn't resist that smell Whenever I messed up really bad And thought I'd gone too far She'd just pour me another glass of milk And reach for that cookie jar My grandma's passed away now But that cookie jar is on my shelf And whenever I start to miss her I just smile and help myself