COOKIE PLEASE

I rise from my place of rest.

I am on a secret quest.

I check to see where you are,

Then head for the cookie jar.

I lift it down from the shelf,

Almost ashamed of myself.

Conscience saying, I should stop

As I quietly lift the top.

Plunging hand ready to grip, 

Oatmeal, ginger, chocolate chip.

A fleeting panic arises,

As empty space surprises.

As my fingers touch the prize,

You step in and say “Surprise!”

Then sweetly, “Cookie please!”

Who could resist such a tease.

As I see you standing there, 

Have no choice, but to share.

I extend the jar with a pout,

You reach in and take one out.

One bite brings delight to you,

Oh! sweet sound of crunch and chew.

My mouth waters, my pallet aches

As my stomach anticipates.

I move to relieve the pain,

The prize at last I will gain.

With shaking hand now I grope,

Clutching air and losing hope.

Stand I now with fallen face,

Staring at an empty space.

I could have sworn there were two,

One for me and one for you.

Copyright 2006© Willie E. Weaver 

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