cookies… yum… yum

March 23, 2013 at 2:56 am 18 comments

It is a Friday evening here in the NW Burbs of Chicago, IL and I am home with Sydnee Pee.  The boys are with their dad for Spring Break and will leave for Whistler in Canada tomorrow.  They will be hitting the slopes – skiing their little hearts out.  Needless to say, Syd and I are forlorn.  No boys to entertain us 😦

Instead of watching brainless television, I decided to post a poem written by one of the boys – Jordan, the one with a talent for words and movie making.  He wrote this for a school assignment back in February, 2010.  He was a Freshman in high school.  (The poem has been typed exactly as the authored intended it to be presented)

A little back story:

 Last year, I read this poem at our friend’s funeral.  Let me just say that Oreo cookies were a favorite of the ‘three boys’.   There were many years – 13 to be exact – of cookies devoured.  Our friend loved cookies – a lot.  So much so, that he would have approved of a poem about Oreo cookies being recited at his funeral.  He also would have wanted cookies served, along with a few to take ‘on the road’.  Incidently, he did not take any Oreos, but we did send him off with a few Milk Bones, compliments of Pee.


A Comforting Thought


The world is an Oreo®.

Outside, and I am in; pulling

warm, gooey cookies from the oven.

Quite the opposite of the

marshmallow wonderland out

my window.  Mother Nature

dropped puffs of cotton on

the world, frosting it like

a cake.  Glazing it like

a donut from my childhood.

A whipped layer covers the

lawn, think, if it was

yellow the land would

be margarine.  But it is

layered white with icing, or

pie topping, and I play in my yard

in the cream of an Oreo® with no cookies.

the boys

the 3 boys – 2007

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18 Comments Add your own

  • 1. A2LSM  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:04 am

    Great poem by Jordan 🙂 Except now I’m craving Oreo’s! lol

    • 2. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:08 am

      Me, too. Thank heavens there are no cookies here, or I’d be stuffing myself! They are really a wonderful cookie aren’t they?

  • 3. A2LSM  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:22 am

    They are addictive! lol Oreos are the perfect comfort food 🙂

  • 4. WB  |  March 23, 2013 at 4:41 am

    Such great metaphors, and wordplay. Great piece.

    • 5. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 1:17 pm

      Thanx. I believe that was the assignment – a metaphorical poem. Makes sense he would use food;)

  • 6. rebeccazenker  |  March 23, 2013 at 6:08 am

    Talented boy. What are your plans while they are away?

    • 7. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:50 pm

      i have to work, work and work. look for a place to move to. workout, try not to lose my sanity…….

      • 8. rebeccazenker  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:51 pm

        Aw, don’t forget to take care of yourself

      • 9. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 4:00 pm

        i will not. i have to – the boys must have a their mom when they return and the Pee – she needs her boneys, you know:)

      • 10. rebeccazenker  |  March 23, 2013 at 4:05 pm

        🙂 then I wish you a wonderful weekend

  • 11. merbear74  |  March 23, 2013 at 12:37 pm

    Very talented. 🙂

    • 12. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 3:50 pm

      yeh, he takes after his mom:)

      • 13. merbear74  |  March 24, 2013 at 12:03 pm

        He sure does!!

  • 14. blackandwrite  |  March 23, 2013 at 9:56 pm

    What a wonderfully written poem, the talent is endless in hour home. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂

    • 15. words4jp  |  March 23, 2013 at 10:02 pm

      aw, i am blushing:) thank you.

      • 16. blackandwrite  |  March 23, 2013 at 10:09 pm

        You should be proud. Sorry “hour” should have been “your”. Darn fat fingers! 🙂

  • 17. keladelaide  |  March 24, 2013 at 1:22 am

    Thank you for sharing. Memory lane must be a wonderful road to travel when the boys are away. Love the poem too btw.

  • 18. Lunch Sketch  |  March 24, 2013 at 2:05 am

    Seems the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree 😉


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