Y E A R N I N G …


The cookie just sat there in waiting
While mouth it was merely debating
Should I eat it there
Would anyone care
Then gone it was, yearning deflating.

Another was placed on the table
My longing for, ready and able
So gooey inside
The chocolate did slide
De-lish-ous… my mind left unstable.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry, Limerick. Copyright: Monday, July 6, 2015

Photo: Cookie from Obviously Sweet