The Love of Cookies

When the kids were young
We used to make cookies
And treats for them
But now they are older
So when the come to visit
They make cookies for us
Which in its own little way
Is a return of that love
Where cookies and milk
Brought us together
In an unspoken love
A type of sacrament
That we did after school
As we sat and chatted
Sharing love with our kids
And something, even a token
Of that long ago love
That they now return to us
And it touches my heart . . .