A Child’s Scrumptious Love

It is always hard

so so hard

to tell of the imprints left on my heart

by the lovely things I once laid my eyes on

and experienced the very first taste of love

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What words should I use to describe

the heart and mind of an innocent child

who was born into a humble household

and could only imagine the world out there

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My heart and my mind

were once as blank as they can be

waiting to be conquered

by the laughs and tears of life

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I would not have known

of such a buttery sensation

had I not let my eyes be my brain for a brief moment

and shoved one of these down my belly

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They came from a foreign country

Danish cookies gifted by my non-Danish aunt

Not knowing where Denmark was

a tint of shame struck but it melted away as I ate some more

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It then crossed my simple mind

that foreign people somehow had a taste like mine

The sugary, buttery, delicious ride

tells of what people across the globe can share

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For once or twice a year

my aunt might or might not bring them over

The taste of love could hurt a child’s heart

when it could not be fully satisfied

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Love was a tricky feeling

Every bite that I took could be the last

this unease subtly troubled me

As a child battling it was not easy

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Little did I know

the feeling of missing the cookies

had marked a milestone in my growth-

Love could be both expectation and frustration

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A tasty episode of my childhood

The plain and the swirl,

the round, the pretzel, and the rectangle

they continue to reveal the scrumptious side of life

With gratitude, I share this treasure with my girl

and hope that buttery memory would spice up her days

one bite at a time