A Basket Of Cookies

• Nikki Tinker, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

My holidays were like a basket of cookies,
Freshly baked and still warm.
The smell of warm cooked dough wafting towards me,
Bringing excitement and joy.

I sit patiently waiting, heart beat rising.
Waiting to cool and eat,
And when the time is right I take my first bite.
It melts away in my mouth,
One cookie down.

As the cookies cool I eat faster and faster,
No longer trying to slow down but simply enjoy.
As they come to an end I slow down
Satisfied with all the others now in the past, I pause.

I stop to reflect,
And I smile.
The taste lingering but quickly fading, turning into only memories of the past.