In the quiet kitchen’s glow, they lie,
Golden circles, warmth personified,
Whispers of sweetness in the air,
A promise of delight beyond compare.

Cinnamon dreams and chocolate streams,
A dance of flavors in gentle gleams,
The oven sings a lullaby true,
As cookies rise, a comforting cue.

Memories in each crumb reside,
Childhood laughter, a joyous tide,
The simple joys of sugar and dough,
A timeless tale in each bite’s flow.

Gathered around, as stories unfold,
Cookies, companions through nights cold,
In every bite, a piece of heart,
A shared warmth, never to part.