The light of my childhood, that metal thing you stick in the oven
With cookie dough your not supposed to eat.
But you do;
By the handful ~
Gooey Goodness,
Chocolate Chips,
Sweet Sugar,
All painted my lips.
That beautiful twinkling child's simile formed,
"Mom"
"Yes Honey?"
Pleading eyes and a crumbly plate explained everything.
"Can we make more?"
YOU ARE READING
Rambles of a Teenager
PoetryThis will be a series of poems I come up with. They will be about almost everything, funny to sad to deep to light. I hope you enjoy them! (I will try my best to update consistently, most likely one to two times a week)
