the wonderful smell of spring
i walked outside
on a warm spring day
and smelled chocolate chip cookies
they must be coming from next door
i thought
so i moseyed to my neighbor’s back door
and knocked and waited
to be let in
my neighbor didn’t come to the door
so i walked to the kitchen window
and held onto the ledge
with my fingers
pulling myself up so my chin
rested on the ledge
the heels of my feet off the ground
lifted by the power of my toes
there i saw two sheets of
chocolate chip cookies
laid out on the counter
untouched and looking delicious
i wondered why my neighbor
didn’t want to share
her brand new cookies
i walk away
saddened
the smell of the cookies
lingering everywhere
february two thousand thirteen
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Oh! It’s as if you can almost taste it on your tongue!
Ha-ha – well, that is awesome! 😀
Well – now that is just about the saddest poem ever! : ) K
I would have to agree with your assessment!
But it does make me want to bake cookies and share them with the neighbors! Are you snowed in? Our ice is about gone – but new storm on the way Mon. K
wonderful!
we have six inches on the ground with maybe more on the way monday and tuesday.
Very nice poem and thanks for teasing a diabetic that loves chocolate chip cookies. 🙂
haha nothing personal my friend
This one is hilarious and so well done. I love the image of you peeping in the window. I might have spared you one, but when I go to the trouble of baking, my family usually gobbles it up quickly. You’d have to elbow in somehow to the cookie-trough.
Lucy
Thanks so much, Lucy
that sounds so sad
yes, i imagine so
MMmm. I can smell those chocolate chip cookies from my house!!
Indeed!