She stretches and wiggles
Clinging to her mother’s knee
Gaping at the saucer-sized cookies
In the refrigerator case
Her eyes are a-gog
Suddenly she spies my cookie
And, quick as a flash,
She prances over and takes a bite
Smiling at me
A total stranger
But keeper of the cookie
And therefore,
A friend
She is a colorful, cardboard book
Of sing-song rhymes
That trip off the tongue
Seeker of the sweet
Her cravings are satisfied
By the crumbs
Of my cookie