Today I baked chocolate chip cookies, Lord.
I am getting ready for
an open house for the people
on our floor of these apartments.
I will bake other cookies, too.
The problem is that people here
eat very few sweets. And my children
and grandson don’t eat many.
When our children were little
my husband’s mother
sent us boxes of home-made goodies
every Christmas. We were so grateful
and gobbled them up.
We give thanks, Lord,
for wonderful memories, delicious food,
and for our friendly neighbors.
My child, eat honey, for it is good, and the drippings of the honeycomb are sweet to your taste.