Cinnamon Cookies & Tea

Decades had passed,

The milk ran sour,

All edibles,

All devoured.

Old corner table,

Near the window pane,

Ancient china,

Cups with the same coffee stain.

For all of life,

There was nothing,

Nothing to do,

But wonder and worry.

There was a time of temporary peace,

A time called youth,

When one could have moments of silence,

When one could have cinnamon cookies and tea.

A time when life's challenge-

A respectable person one cogitated to be.

My oh my,the time has passed.

There was not a problem,milk and cookies could not solve.

Cinnamon,it provided that warmth,

That zone-set the foundation on tradition,

A place from where we'd grown.

Reminiscing on grandma's cookies and milk,

Rugged table cloth,derived from silk.

The simpler days have gone,

People have come,gone and thus we mourn.

Time has passed and it has changed,

The same cookies and tea-we indulged,

We view it with disdain.

Powerless for satisfying a hunger,

But it does,

It takes us to a time,where virtue and patience-

It was truly a must.

Cinnamon cookies and tea,sweet satisfaction,

Filled the underprivileged stomachs with glee.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderfully written, marvelously conveyed...Traditions can be good or bad . Satisfaction is a treasure...Bravo......

[Talesha]

Thank you so much for your kind words.It means a lot,coming from a talented writer like yourself :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Thank you kindly...:)..............

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................