Jar

A closed glass case 
Stars etched on its surface,
It was sitting on the shelf on top
When I first saw it in a shop.
My mum bought it for me 
Ergo, it became my jar of cookie.

But that was years in the past
I do not remember the time I saw it last,
But I still have it, for I can not throw it away
It holds value more than any price I can pay.
The jar is not a household regular
It has in it, the essence of my mother.


8th March 2023

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