The Unsupervised Stop Sign
There they were, resting before me
black orbs with a layer of white
surrounded by glass
an invitation if ever I saw one
I reached my hand out in defiance of the rules
wanting to devour them, unnoticed
suddenly I stopped...
the thinly veiled threat of punishment
rang in my head
"Don't touch the cookies before dinner"
I wanted to, I needed to
there was a hunger to taste one
I reached out again, then stopped
pulled my hand back, my fingers fell limp
I walked away, my head bowed in silence
separating myself from my dilemma
as I sat down at the dinner table alone
waiting for dinner
my eyes still looking at the glass jar of cookies
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2023
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