the charelston cookie tin
at grandmas house on a shelf
or up on top the 'fridge
id always see the cookie tin
of charleston chocolate chips
the picture of the cookie seemed
as big as my whole head
at least from where i had stood
it probably could have been
i wonder what was in that tin
cookies or other treats
it was always kept up on a shelf
high above my reach
i never saw the cookie tin
sitting on the floor
never saw it on the table
or behind a cabinet door
always there in plain sight
for everyone to see
were the cookies held there within
for anyone to eat
with the lid snapped down and out of reach
the tin often caught my eye
the curiosity of it all
racing through my mind
must have been just for grandma
not for kids to touch
a special thing kept from me
only for the grown-ups
in my mind id often think
someday id have a tin
one that was all my own
and id share it with my kids
i wonder what happened to
that old cookie tin
the one that i could never touch
made by charleston chocolate chips
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