Cold Rainy Afternoon
Nothing to do
and its cold
Days like these
Reminds me of
the old days
When I would
Bake cookies with
My own Mommy
She smile and
Ask if I would
Be her helper
I would nod
And give back
My angelic smile
We would go
In to the
Kitchen to bake
All the ingredients
Set out and
Waiting for us
The silliness of
Mixing the flour
And the two eggs
Adding in those
Small sweet chocolate
Chips I love
Rolling the dough
To be solid
Flat to cut
The shapes of
The moon stars
Cats and hearts
Sometimes when I
Wasn't looking she would
Make a bunny
Putting it in
To the oven
And setting time
Preheating and watching
It bake slowly
To absolute perfection
Timer goes off
And I run
To the Kitchen
At full speed
I nearly crash in
To my Mom
We laugh and
Make way to
The sweet aroma
Out comes the
Cookies and now
It’s cooling time
Patiently I sit
Wait and staring
For ten minutes
The cookies are
Cooled and Mom and
I enjoy them
Then we share
Stories of things
That had happened
My silly stories
Of when I
Was a baby
Or maybe a
Fun day at
My elementary school
I snap back
In to reality with
Harsh Cold Thunder
I turn and
Look at my
Old blank mom
She started drinking
And since those
Days have vanished
I would give
Anything for it
To come back
For her to
Stop that drinking and
Wake up now
To bake those
Cookies and talk
Of high school
To get advice
From the one
I loved always
To tell of
Girl and guy
Problems I have
But I must
Face the harsh truth
The world has
She isn't ever
Going to stop
Or come back
She will stay
With that bottle
No matter what
And when I
Leave she may
Not even notice
I will walk
Out and she will
Stay dazed forever
In that world
Where she thinks
All is perfect
When she can't
See the damage
She has caused
To Herself or
The scars she
Has left me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and nice, keep writing for I can see that you have the ball of good poet and a writer. thanks and best wishes, melvin