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