The cookie in the flour
is happy to be baked.
The cookie in the window
is happy watching others.
The cookie in bag
is happy to travel.
The cookie in the hand
is happy to be held.
The cookie with a bite
is happy to make another smile.
I know it’s a silly little poem I wrote, but I hope it brought a smile to your face.
No matter what stage our life is at, no matter what season we are going through.
There will always be something to be content with, and happy for. Maybe it isn’t related to our own happiness, but for another.
Maybe we need to be a cookie in someone’s life. 🙂