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 Contest: Writing Challenge- J words Sponsored by Constance La France