Breezes on boardwalks
that carry its essence
Suntans are fragranced
by its very presence
Beach balls are bandied
within its cachet
Whitecaps that rush salted
flurries my way
Taffy that’s pulling my nose
to the door
Sugared delight
cotton candy galore
Coconut sandies that
flavor my eyes
One whiff of chocolate
I’m hooked, no surprise
Perfume of lemons
on girls strolling by
Peanuts’ aroma
by gift of the sky
French Fries and burgers
and hot dogs for you
Make everybody
know just what to do
Oh, how I long for
the scent of Summer’s day
How can a cookie be solid and heavy
yet be a crispy delight
Taste of heaven in each bite
melts on your tongue
vanilla and pecan
as you crunch and chew
Savor the flavor mellow and whole
magic shortbread cookie a wonder to behold
Not so sweet but so much fun to eat
Pecan Sandies a true cookie treat
A favorite off the grocery shelf
so delicious and made by elves.
My childhood cookie jar was brown
And looked like it was Asian.
It must have been a gift, but
I don’t know for what occasion.
Bright flowers and some animals
Were intertwined with gold.
I always found it ugly,
Yet such sweets were in its hold:
Vienna fingers, Hydrox,
Chips Ahoy and Pecan Sandies;
Nothing homemade, only cookies –
Never cakes or candies.
It rested on a pantry shelf,
Not really on display.
That “out of sight” thing didn’t work –
We plumbed it every day.
For years I hadn’t thought about
That jar or sneaking snacks
Until, in an antique store,
Something stopped me in my tracks.
For there it was, in front of me –
“Tobacco Jar,” it said;
And all those memories just started
Crowding in my head.
I didn’t buy it, even though
Nostalgia has its place.
You can’t relive the past
But certain objects we embrace.
That cookie jar seems special now,
Still ugly, though, in truth;
But buying it would not return me
To my long-lost youth.
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