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Cookies In The Jar
Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 06:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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Cookies In The Jar
There were cookies in the jar,
My Grandma made for me.
Back in the day,
When I was maybe three.
We’d visit her on weekends,
I remember it being far.
When Dad got home from work,
We’d all jump in the car.
Down the road we went,
To Grandma house we go,
I’d watch her bake those cookies,
Lined up in a row.
She’d let me sample as they cooled,
As the rest went in the jar.
Then up on the shelve,
She placed the kinda far.
But when ever I would ask,
She’d fetch me one or two.
Oh how I loved her baking,
I think she already knew.
Those years have come and gone,
And it’s I, who drives the car.
As we head to my mothers,
And her famous cookie jar.
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2003-09-24 06:35:00]
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Re: Cookies In The Jar
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 09:38:27 AM AEST
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Awwww...this is quite a grand memory I think most of us can all relate to.
Well written and alot of love for grandma!!!
Angel always...godspeed...joni |
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Re: Cookies In The Jar
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 11:46:05 PM AEST
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Missed this one earlier... Glad I caught it now.. Very lovely. Thanks for the memories...
(It is now I, who bakes the cookies!)
Jenni |
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