The Last Cookie

The Last Cookie

She took a piece of bread, just a dab of butter and a sprinkle of sugar and turned it into a desert that melted in your mouth like a king’s pastry
She took us on a walk down the streets of Burleson, always watching the ground beneath our small feet in search of a penny that would become a treasure in our innocent hands
With needle and thread she took an old pair of jeans and transformed them into a new pair for the next in line
With the Sunday funnies, tin foil and corn popped on a fire, she turned a tree into a Christmas memory

With very little she built a family
She took four girls and turned them into women
She took two boys and turned them into men
Four girls into Mom’s
Two boys into Dad’s
With a simple prayer each morning of their lives
She loved them
My Mom
She never took the last cookie...