Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Grandma's Cookie Jar


I wish I could make you laugh, do you remember
When children purposely let go of a fart?
They giggled like the world had no end
Laughter free from guilt; pure and innocent!
Or when they hunched behind grandma's snoring corpse
Entangled their hands in her precious cookie jar
They laughed and laughed and laughed for evermore
Crumbled each cookie- delight in the theft-
I wonder which act gives the greatest joy?
Gobble each crumble or the mischievous theft
Reason to believe the second trumps the first
Hark me back to childhood year's make-believe
When the world was as big as grandma's cookie jar
Yet small enough to explore from book to book!

March 10 2014-
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Submitted: Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Edited: Sunday, August 24, 2014

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  • Bri Edwards (8/14/2014 8:39:00 PM)

    well, i had trouble with parts of this, but the idea of snatching cookies unseen does interest me. i sometimes sneak ice cream out of the freezer when my wife is not nearby.
    corps? i tried to make sense of this usage. i even googled the corps definition. i suppose corpses don't snore. i'm befuddled! thanks for sharing just the same. bri :)

    p.s. i purposely let go of farts and i'm 66 years young. do i hear laughing? ya don't want me to blow up or feel discomfort do you? ? (Report) Reply

  • Gnossienne (4/12/2014 12:43:00 PM)

    I wonder which act has the greatest joy?
    Gobble each crumble or the mischievous theft

    You've captured all the charm and magic of childhood with two lines.
    Gorgeous write! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (3/15/2014 11:32:00 AM)

    My you hear brother, now 48, still has my grandmother's old piggy bank...although it is a ceramic squirrel. Whenever I am at his home I get flashbacks to days when we would shake pennies from it, secret thrives, so we could buy penny candy. I loved that the world for you was a large as that cookie jar. Now in my home my nieces and nephews go straight to Aunt Sue' s Goody Drawer.....time has changed little, these traditions! What a fine reminder! PEACE (Report) Reply

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