A small baby girl who is no more than three
Has witnessed far, far more than a child should see.
She stands alone, looking around.
She searches, and searches but nothing can be found.
She grasps a small cookie tightly in her hand
and proceeds to do something I don't quite understand.
She walks up to this man, this man with no kin.
She offers to him a big lopsided grin.
He smiles back politely, but noticeably fake
She must have had knowledge of his giant heartache.
She holds out her cookie and offers him a bite.
I don't think she realized he'd put up a fight.
He grabs the cookie and chucks it to the floor.
Her eyes become glassy. She runs for the door.
She runs to her house where she lives with her mother.
Yes, just her mother, the girl has no other.
She tried to help the man many times, despite his hate.
She was beginning to realize
It just wasn't her fate.
For no cookie nor kindness could suffice for his loss.
No matter how much the poor baby could toss.
The more cookies she offered,
the more cookies he threw.
But every once in a while,
he would take one or two.
Her eyes would fill with love
her heart would swell with hope.
She'd live in these moments.
They always helped her cope.
One day she will realize.
One day she will know.
That his fondness for her will never quite grow.
But she bakes in the kitchen,
her heart warm and true.
She thinks maybe, one day,
she will finally break through.
That day has not come
And the chances are slim
But she waits. And she waits.
One day she'll get him.
Now as an old woman she sits alone with no gloom.
Ten thousand cookies spread out through the room.
Her eyes full of love
Her heart full of hope
She stares at her cookies
She will never mope.
She basks in her glory
Proud of her spread.
She bakes more everyday,
and lives in her head.
You ought not to judge her
your problems are few
if you were in her shoes
Just what would you do?