Thursday, June 11, 2009

Nothing is Sacred at Our House

I dedicate this poem to my mother who has since passed beyond but who made some of the best chocolate chip cookies ever.......

Nothing is sacred at our house

My mother hides chocolate chip cookies
in the freezer, her hidden cache
for snowy weekends

and long trips to the city.
She thinks no knows they are there.
She locks the freezer

and hides the long, thin key.
Little does she know
that we know

the key’s secret hiding place
beneath the charcoal lighter fluid can.
Our small hands borrow cookies,

some frozen and some still warm,
from the carefully stashed plastic bags
and Tupperware containers.

The cookies disappear
much like the potato chips
and marshmallows did last month.

Sometimes she asks us why
we do not eat much
breakfast or lunch or dinner.

We look at each other,
knowing our cookies thaw
beneath our beds.

2 comments:

Ketchup and Sauerkraut said...

Oh my! Dad, you were so sneaky!

We should get the recipe for Grandma Hammon's chocolate chip cookies. I would really like to have it!

Fedup said...

Hi! My name is Sylvia. I am sending
local citizens invitations to The
Cheyenne Independence Day Tea
Party. It will be a family friendly event.
This is going to be held at 6pm in Lions
Park prior to the fireworks. Bring your
blankets/folding chairs. Free glow
bracelets will be given to attendees. A
drawing for webkins and other gifts for
the kids will take place after the
meeting. This is going to be a historical
event! I'm looking forward to seeing
you there. To check on updates go to:
www.cheyenne.reteaparty.com

Best Regards,
Sylvia a.k.a. Fedup

P.S. I would like that recipe too!