Christmas Cookies
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Christmas Cookies
Iced dreamed cakes,
straight from heaven,
made by my mother,
and shared,
with my friends.
I miss these.
I never learned;
to make them.
I was too busy.
Now she is gone.
But the memory,
is left behind,
to remind me,
she was here,
at all!
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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