“Chocolate Chip”

in my dream, cookies
fresh baked, warm from the oven
Dad grins ’round a bite

[ If you’re interested, I wrote an essay a couple years ago about my father, his influence on me, and the circumstances of his death: Keep Your Sandwich Dry ]

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