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Small Cakes

Great grandma made cookies. 
She called them poor man cookies.
She told her daughter how to make them. 
Grandma made them when I was little…
For me.
They were sweet crackers and water icing. 

Cheerfully I made them with my small daughter. 
She brightly named them “homeless cookies”. 
I asked why and she told me. 
Everyone can make sweet cookies, 
even without an oven.
Not everyone has one…
She smiled. 

My heart ached.  “homeless”.

Together, her and I, 
We named them again. 
We now call them “Heart Cakes”.
Home is in your heart, 
and you carry those you love
there with you always…
never homeless at all. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/10/2019 9:41:00 AM
A sweet one indeed...The write of a loving heart...
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Date: 10/8/2019 3:27:00 PM
Absolutely love this one Ann. You paint a great picture. Family is so important through the generations and passing on skills. Well done...Ron x
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Date: 10/8/2019 12:20:00 PM
Oh I LOVE THIS. What a sweet story. Special cookies handed down from Great Grandma to all her progeny. Excellent. A way to be remembered in a special way. Great Stuff. God Bless, JB
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Date: 10/8/2019 12:01:00 PM
this is such an adorable poetic story... love this, homeless cookies, to heart true, our heart is with us wherever we go....yours shines here my friend... hugs :)
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Ann Foster
Date: 10/8/2019 12:07:00 PM
I am so pleased you liked it. It is also true. :) Hugs my friend. Have the very nicest day. Ann