Flew home from vacation
(Glad
my flight was not delayed)
And
started baking cookies
For
a promise had been made.
Tomorrow
night starts Chanukah;
Tradition
thus decrees
That
my grandma’s age-old recipe
Be
trotted out to please.
I
counted on those cookies
In
my childhood every year,
So
each December it was
Guaranteed
they would appear.
My
grandson asked about them
So
before I went away,
I
made the dough and froze it;
That’s
the reason why today
I
hastily unpacked and then
Began
to prep and bake.
A
promise to my grandson
Isn’t
one that I would break.
No comments:
Post a Comment