Grandma's Cookie Jar

When I went to visit Grandma
I was always thrilled
For I knew she kept
A cookie jar well-filled.

Quickly I removed my wraps
And Grandma led the way
Into a pungent kitchen
With treasures on display.

Peanut butter cookies,
Gumdrops tart and sweet,
Macaroons and gingersnaps
And brownies for a treat.

With a glass of buttermilk
I tasted everything,
Grandma looking on at me
As though I were a king.

I love to visit Grandma,
It's a trip I most enjoy
Though manhood's now replaced
That eager little boy.

by Bernice Peers