As parents,
we never know what a child will ask.
All we can do is,
be prepared.
Out of the blue I was asked,
"which one do you love more?"
That was an easy question and answer.
When I give out cookies,
each of you get the same number.
Because I love you each equally.
I would not live without warm cookies and cold milk, a lady's love or Rainer Marie Rilke
you mean monster cookies, right? Asked Danny
No, I think I meant monster Granny
But she’s making the cookies, right? asked Jim
He did not like any dessert better than them
Do they have chocolate chips? Asked Lee
Yes, yes, yes, Pa and Jim both did agree
And oatmeal and sugar and molasses too?
Yes, and we will taste them when they’re through
But big fanny granny looks like a monster today
Her face is flustered, a greenish gray
That’s how she looks when she is the kitchen heat
But those monster cookies can’t be beat!
I ate cookies for lunch and spoiled dinner
but somehow I never seem thinner.
Stop drinking fruit juice unless
it's zero sugar for me now best.
I love everything about steak except the price
eating a spoonful of steak sauce must suffice.
Fish is fishy so gotta deep fry it southern style
crispy cornmeal batter makes it palatable somehow.
Fried chicken needs pickled jalapenos with that heat
and an old fashion coleslaw milky cool and sweet.
What happen to that Old Fashion Loaf lunch meat
a flavor unique and once a great sandwich to eat.
Coco Cola classic is now Diet Coke
consuming less calories is no joke.
I am not overweight I am fat
enjoying too much food a reason for that.
I remember momma baking cookies,
the big green bowl holding the flour and sugar and this and that, and the sound of the wooden spoon scraping the sides of the bowl, round and round.
Brown, prenatal cookies rolled out on a flat surface waiting to be defined into some animal form. A rabbit, maybe, or a duck. Awaiting the downward thrust of the metal form, to learn their shape.
Then popped into the heat of the oven against their will, enduring the transition from pliable to rigid in this formative period of their lives. Pulled out to rest upon their cookie sheet, fully formed.
What have I become, after the gathering of my ingredients, the stirring, the kneading, the cutting forces of culture and the heat of debate? A lamb or a wolf?
I baked you cookies
By Michelle Morris
25/05/2026
I baked you cookies
Just like I did when you were young
All those tea parties we had together
Imagination, love and fun
Those memories, they still linger
After all these blessed years
We held each other close
Through the storms and all the tears
You were my delightful bunny
You were my teddy bear
You were my little angel
My love forever, my daughter dear
No matter the time or distance
No matter the continental space
We are connected through our souls and cells
We are God's divine love and grace
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
baking peanut butter cookies, created in haste
salivating in anticipation of their sugary taste
oven cannot heat up fast enough to satisfy me
I eat a couple of raw ones, two or maybe three.
Thin Mints, an oxymoron
Heavy Mints is spot on
I think willpower deserves a badge
Never can eat just one
My goal? To make a Scouts’ pledge
I hem and haw and hedge
No more cookies, I wail
Try as I might I fail
So I eat the whole sleeve instead
My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
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Soothing hot tea and decadent cookies
Not healthy but a yummy winter snack
Only looking from window as I eat
Watching cars make snowy tracks
Even the animals avoid the cold
Desperate to stay away from snow
I hope you are warm and happy
Now that Jack Frost is laughing
Flowers with love hearts from you dear,
with a card and candy to cheer.
Thank You for all you had to say.
I need hugs and kisses for me,
sitting with cookies and hot tea.
You so far away.
Gingerbread cookies baked just right.
Tall cold glass of milk to complement.
What a great afternoon treat!
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Santa will love these cookies ~
I baked them in the Easy-Bake Oven
he brought me last year !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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kitchen air
thick with love, ginger flair
rolled in Granny's hands, then baked just right.
cinnamon, clove, anise, cardamom blended tight
Granny shaped the dark rounds for Christmas night delight
dipped in powdered sugar soft as snow
children’s faces aglow
Ho! Ho! Ho!
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