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The Cookie Lady

The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city. She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t thin but she was very pretty. She had silver hair in a silver bun held with a silver clip. Every day at 2 PM she would bake her cookies and put them in silver tins-On Monday chocolate chip. On Tuesday oatmeal raisin, On Wednesday sugar cookies with jimmies blue and red, On Thursday snickerdoodles and on Friday gingerbread. Why did she bake them at 2 PM? Well, they had to be done by 3. That was when the kids from the school walked by and she offered her cookies most cheerfully. Years went by, but one day on the porch there was just an empty silver tin. The youngest boy on the block shook it to be sure there nothing was in. The oldest girl on the block, Walked up the front steps to the door and gave it a knock. The old cookie lady answered. She still wasn’t tall, but now she was thin and she apologized and said that could be no more cookies in silver tins. The oldest girl on the block had an idea-one that was great. She told all the kids to come to her house at 8. They made cookies galore. Peanut butter, macaroons, sweet meringues and more. They took the cookies to the old lady’s house after school But when they knocked on the door the old lady’s daughter answered it-uncool. They thought the old lady was dead. But the daughter said no, the old lady would come and live with her instead. They, the old lady and her daughter, said goodbye and drove off north. The younger kids cried as they sat on they sat on the porch. They ate the cookies they had made and felt a little better somehow. The oldest one said, “maybe she left because she knows we can make our own cookies now”.

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Date: 6/13/2019 12:36:00 PM
This was a wonderful read. Cookies are extremely important. More so than most people know. They are nearly always connected to memories. :) Blessings on your day. Ty for the poem.
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Date: 9/28/2017 12:34:00 PM
I had a huge lump in my throat Terri - brilliant descriptive storytelling and i love the twist at the end of the tale, thanks for sharing and now I want a cookie to go with my cup of tea!!!:-) hugs Jan xx
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