Sweetness (A Childhood Lesson)
by Nancy L. Staszak  

When we were little
Mother let us eat cookies
Hot from the oven
Just the ones that were broken
Or maybe misshapen though.
Hot and crumbling
Off the wire cooling rack
Chocolate chips still molten.
“Don’t burn your fingers”
She’d warn us.
But we did
And our tongues as well.
We couldn’t wait.
They were so sweet.
I think
She broke some
On purpose.
Just for us.

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