Cookie Jar

You reach for the Cookie Jar,
'It's just on top of the fridge,'
You tell yourself.
'I'm sure I can reach it.'

So you stand on your tip-toes,
Stretching as far as you can,
To get a tasty little morsel,
Your mother told you you couldn't have.

'It'll spoil your appetite,'
You remember her saying.
But you still reach up,
Not caring about the consequences.

You can't reach by yourself,
You soon realize though.
And get a small step
To boost yourself up.

Your fingers just barely touch
That smooth glass pot you're aiming to grab.
So you still stretch,
To try and grab it.

You manage to just barely grasp it,
In your small little hands.
So you come tumbling down,
Your yummy prize in hand.

You've bruised yourself a bit,
Trying to get what your mother said,
You couldn't have before dinner.
But that doesn't really matter to you.

You eat one cookie,
You tell yourself,
'I'll only have a few more.'
But you just can't stop.

It's so yummy you eat the entire jar,
Leaving only a few crumbs in the bottom.
You panic, realizing what you've done,
And how angry your mother is going to be.

You manage to slide the jar,
Neatly back onto the fridge.
You had such a good taste in your mouth,
But now it's a bitter and sour one.

You realize it's because you feel guilty.
When your mother comes home,
The taste gets worse.
Like it even could.

You don't want to eat anymore.
Your mother was right,
The cookies would ruin your appetite.
You didn't like the fact you felt guilty.

A few days later,
You pull down the Cookie Jar again.
It's lighter than it was,
for it's lack of cookies inside.

You open it up,
Just to remind you,
Of how guilty you feel,
Because the feelings been gnawing at you.

To your surprise though,
Instead of being an empty jar,
There's a note inside.
It has your name on the outside.

You open it up,
And here's what it says:

'Dear Child of Mine,
You probably don't feel to well right now.
It's fine though,
I forgive you.'

'Don't worry,
Laugh it off.
I did the same,
When I was a child of your age.'

'If you told me,
That bad feeling you feel,
(I've felt it too,
That's how I know)'

'Would have gone away,
Much sooner than when you found this.
Always remember though,
Even if I had been upset,'

'I love you much,
much,
more than I could ever say,
Your Dearest Mother'

You laughed,
And you wiped away
The tears and also,
That bad feeling you had.

Eating all of the cookies.
It hadn't been a bad thing,
After all,
You suppose.

You put back the Cookie Jar,
And went to the Living Room,
It would be okay,
It was a learning experience.