the charelston cookie tin


the charelston cookie tin


at grandmas house on a shelf
or up on top the 'fridge
id always see the cookie tin
of charleston chocolate chips

the picture of the cookie seemed
as big as my whole head
at least from where i had stood
it probably could have been

i wonder what was in that tin
cookies or other treats
it was always kept up on a shelf
high above my reach

i never saw the cookie tin
sitting on the floor
never saw it on the table
or behind a cabinet door

always there in plain sight
for everyone to see
were the cookies held there within
for anyone to eat

with the lid snapped down and out of reach
the tin often caught my eye
the curiosity of it all
racing through my mind

must have been just for grandma
not for kids to touch
a special thing kept from me
only for the grown-ups

in my mind id often think
someday id have a tin
one that was all my own
and id share it with my kids

i wonder what happened to
that old cookie tin
the one that i could never touch
made by charleston chocolate chips


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earthly commented on the charelston cookie tin


Sweet poem about a cherished memory-I enjoyed reading-Namaste...Earthly



thanks for taking the time to read and comment earthly

soulwriter commented on the charelston cookie tin


This us what I really like about poetry... Me six two 200lbs athletic and well rounded - an average guy with diverse taste...PROUD to read and write poetry because it can be fantacy, sad, joyfuly, impossible or just like this genuine poem ... Warming to the soul so real to life that it flood the mind with memories and images in such a way as to make a smile last well beyond the written words!!! 10



thank you for taking the time to read this and for your kind words

Charlie23 commented on the charelston cookie tin


This is just cool! Takes me back to my own childhood memories! Awesome poem!



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Maleficent commented on the charelston cookie tin


cute one! reminds me of my grandad who wouldn't share the plum jam with the kids! I guess everyone has their special 'stuff'... write on!



the thing is... i never even asked... i guess i always assumed that if i was supposed to see or have what was in the tin then it would have been at eye level for me...

ginga commented on the charelston cookie tin


Dano. I love this whimsical poem that leaves the reader still wondering. Wonderfully constructed with a questioning voice that keeps the reader curious. Superb. ginga



thank you ginga... i think that is the first superb i have ever gotten

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Dano’s Poems (150)

Title Comments
Title Comments
from an angels view 19
searching the darkness 10
a letter from santa 14
thanksgiving (acrostic) 12
the depth of... 11
ive wished 7
absentee 12
this is... 13
a journey into the dark 7
the cold of november 14
your voice 12
the yin to the yang 14
twisted 9
autumn 14
i think it happened again 11
luna~tic 19
the darkness 13
a blinding eclipse 16
the universe... 18
the wind of sorrow 14
my sorrow weeps 16
where but the dark... 12
immortal kiss 47
in a darkened room 17
our mother 7
within these flames 12
nocturnal (acrostic) classic rock 7
behind wrought iron bars 25
what i write (part 2) 8
today 17
the world in grey 6
the reality of... 5
in the shadow of a mountain 6
nothing will ever be the same 10
of cemetary dreams (and nightmare scapes) 12
next to a bed... 18
but... 15
at a funeral 12
seventeen (acrostic) 11
the fortunate one(s) 7
what did i do... 24
ashes to dust 45
dancing in the moonlight 14
disempowering the pain 14
the butterfly 10
what i write 14
sorry (i killed the after glow) 11
the humidity rises (an erotic tale) 9
pieces of light 8
the sad pumpkin &... 9
my face 12
for a long time... 14
(an explination of) distractions 6
tell me... 6
the charelston cookie tin 9
silent self destruction 8
exposed 13
the means of the day (a true valentines poem) 2
a poem about nothing... 8
blood bleeds black 7
dissecting myself 3
i will be just fine 3
the stacking of bricks 3
the complexities of depression... 4
spirits & ghosts 3
**random chaos** 2
bloodlust 3
...somethings missing... 2
15 years... 3
beauty sleeps entombed (parts 1 & 2) 3
**untitled** 2
the overstuffed closet 3
the candy dish 2
anxiety speaks 2
**untitled** 2
myself and the light 6
the fog 2
fire and tears 3
cerebral meltdown 3
sometimes i wish... 1
drawing strength from a starr... 2
**untitled** 1
the flower garden 3
nature... 1
reaching out 2
the dark and the light... 1
the insistent demon 2
sorry... 3
forgive me lover... (parts 1 & 2) 2
im so sorry... 3
**no title... just random thoughts** 1
to eternity... 2
winter wind whips... 1
tired 2
lucid dream 1
the rains came... 2
the mourning light 1
another jagged pill 1
i just cant... 1
burning within 4
inside of me 1
projected pain 1
the night... the dakness & the truth? 1
panic 2
the mourning fog 1
when the fires burn 1
through the night 1
shadow casts 0
a mournful rain 1
i cant protect me 2
my comfort place 0
an echo shifts 1
the monster 2
welcome to my life 0
the past is alive... 1
... 1
standing on the edge 2
my smile... 1
anxiety 2
my reality 0
another view... 0
untitled... 0
jagged pill 2
in the dark 1
what to do 1
how can i... 1
life... 3
a crust of pain 1
keeping me weak... 2
my dark world 3
another night of wondering 2
in the attic 4
i hold most dear 2
the me inside of me 2
another day 1
dreamed in a dream 2
a year in the life (dealing with death) 1
i look... 1
where my secrets are kept 1
a mouthful of words 2
i will not fear (when my eyes are blind) 2
i am aware (i'm already dead) 7
standing in the silence of my own shadow... 3
a blinding dark 1
growing pain 3
the longest of nights 5
... 7