Grandma's Cookie Jar Poem by Leaking Pen

Grandma's Cookie Jar

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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 snuck behind grandma sleeping like a rock
And entangled their hands inside her precious cookie jar
And laughed and laughed as if time is one big joke,
And crumbled each cookie- delight in the theft-
I wonder which act gave them the greatest joy?
To gobble each crumble or the mischievous theft,
Reason to believe the second trumped 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
Rev Nov 6th 2014

Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 09 January 2015

My grandma had a cookie jar, too...

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Bri Edwards 14 August 2014

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? ?

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Gnossienne 12 April 2014

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!

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Susan Lacovara 15 March 2014

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

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