Grandma's Cookies
When my children were young
I told them " No,
You don't need those cookies,
They don't help you grow."
Now, as a Grandma,
I have a different thought.
A bag for each grandchild
Is what I have bought.
When my daughter gives me
The look I used to give her,
I smile and pass the cookies,
Creating quite a stir.
"I'm old and forgetful."
That's what I say.
So they each get a bag of cookies,
Don't get in Grandma's way.
She raises her eyebrows,
She rolls her eyes,
But I laugh and smile
Saying " Next time it's pies."
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