Grandma’s Delicious Cookies

How I remember Grandma’s cookies As I came into her home it was nice To smell the fragrance of them in the air I detected chocolate, oatmeal and spice Warm and gooy on my tongue I would close my eyes for a moment Because they tasted so very good As sweet as a fresh-made jelly doughnut And during the holidays, of course Grandma would always mix ‘em up I would sit and watch then taste them With fresh cold milk in Grandma’s cup To be able to observe this wonderful lady Brought such a warm sweet emotion And to add the food that she cooked so well I felt such total and loving devotion As I look at wonderful old pictures In our worn family album from a chest It’s almost like I’m sitting once again In Grandma’s kitchen that I loved best!