This week’s writing theme was food …
Tea & cookies,
Were staples in our home.
I wished I could like drinking tea,
It seemed so civilized.
Tea after a meal.
Tea before bed.
Always with cookies.
I disliked peanut butter cookies,
But they were the ones my mother always seemed to buy.
Maybe because I didn’t like them.
The cookie jar became a prized possession
To the grandchildren.
They fought over it with some jealousy.
The ugly jar held a valued memory
For the lucky one who finally got it
When all was disbursed in the end.
I still don’t understand the attraction.