Cookies and milk, The allure drew me in. As I opened the door on That warm, Spring day, The fresh scent of home baked Raisin oatmeal cookies filled The air.
Aunt Charlotte Welcomed me in With open arms And a wonderful smile That nothing can compare.
Just an ordinary recipe With no special ingredients, Made with love and great Care-- Aunt Charlotte and me-- Oh! What a pair.
My father wrote this poem... I fell in love with it the instant I read it...