The Cookie Jar Poem by Asher Proschansky

The cookie jar was ornate
Had many multi-colored
peasant figures
carved in high relief
on its wide white curved surface
with its pumpkin top like cover
nestled softly over the cookies
needless to say
and not to break the mood
it wasn't fastened on securely
but rested there comfortably,
and confidently nevertheless

A child of five
did not notice all of this
but knew the cover latch less
jar held
a lot of scrumptious
rolled cinnamon cookies
And was perched
On a high cabinet
but the cousins
weighed a lot
and could do with out

The shelves, maybe
were more like steps
when pulled out just so
and after climbing
a shelf or two
his confidence grew
one more step and he
could but reach the jar
and grab a handful

but as he reached up for his prizes
the jar fell, broke into two pieces
but did not shatter!
the cover landed and sat safely on the cabinet

Pick up the pieces his older sister shouted
And glued the jar back together
It now sits in her house
with a tan crack on the side
but the grown up child wonders now why
it holds no cookies!