Magical Cookie Jar
Please give me a cookie,
I want that sweet and sugary,
Melting in my mouth,
And not trap by a mouse.
It’s my cookie jar,
Coming from that’s old man’s heart,
That leaves mine warm,
When he gave it to me and calls me “sweet child”.
I was dreaming with that magical taste,
He has so many flavors to take,
It was a day just walking by my grandma’s hand during sunrise,
And she knew that old man with the magical surprise.
Copyright © Ashley D. Ruiz | Year Posted 2013