My Grandmother's Cookie Jar

A yellow cookie jar
     glossy and round
Sits on the countertop
     old and worn.

The lid no longer fits,
Air seeps through the cracks—
The cookies go stale
and I'm disappointed...

I could fill it up
With tiny snickers bars
Another piece of you
The long lost owner.

Or I could tuck it away
Just a piece of nostalgia
With no real purpose
Left in its brokenness...

This old cookie jar
     yellow and worn
Still sits on the countertop
     repurposed and reborn.

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