Nana's Chocolate Chip Cookies

Nana's Chocolate Chip Cookies

In summer years,
         smooth, sure hands baked chocolate chip cookies
         -listening to school drama, boys, future dreams
         -innocent babble, delighted childhood
         drowning in scented gooey chocolate.

Nana lovingly baked these cookies for years...
         childhood, adolescence, adulthood
         -smooth, sure hands baked our special cookies
         -always listening, molding formless batter
         flecked with necessary imperfections, but

In winter years,
         wrinkled, cancer shaken hands no longer baked
         -the comforting abandoned recipe, back-shelved
         -cold, unwelcome kitchen with no heavenly aroma...
         no innocent babble...no smooth, sure hands.
         Weakly fragile she spoke, "Why don't we have some
         cookies? I really have a taste for them today."

Gnarled, giving hands trembled with age...yet, I loved them
         pressed into my own. So now I walked one last time
         into the kitchen to bake our chocolate chip cookies.

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