Dad’s Peanut Butter-Ed Cookies Poem by Michele C. Messina Long

Dad’s Peanut Butter-Ed Cookies



Sometimes dad spread heaps of peanut butter on his cookies.
I never questioned why.
With age and a wiser view point,
Came an unspoken realization.

He wasn’t ruining the “good” cookies.
Only transforming the unpalatable castoffs,
Restructuring ingredients until they resembled
Hidden treasures that pleased us all.

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