The sweet smell of cinnamon raisin cookies fill the house
And suddenly I am five years old again
Looking up at an old tin apple cookie jar in Grandma’s house
Remembering her call out, “No more right now, Wayne.”
The kindness found there stays with me decades later now
As I remember games of Trouble, Old Maid, and coloring books
Things of no consequence but mean more than should be allowed
Time spent talking, laughing, and learning while she cooks
This where my summers were spent ea