Sweet spiced cookies
wafting in my nose.
It draws me to the kitchen
and on my tippy toes.
Mama's made a special treat.
She says it's still too hot to eat.
I can hardly stand the wait!
I bet they'll taste so great.
I hold mama's apron
until she gives me some.
It tastes just like mommy,
and it tastes just like home.
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sweet spiced cookies
wafting in my nose.
It draws me to the kitchen
and on my tippy toes.
Mama's made a special treat.
She says it's still too hot to eat.
I can hardly stand the wait!
I bet they'll taste so great.
I hold mama's apron
until she gives me some.
It tastes just like mommy,
and it tastes just like home.
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