They came running in
On that warm summer’s day
Asking if they could have a treat
Just one small cookie please
They followed me to the cookie jar
Waiting for their sweets
The eldest, a girl about 6
Held up a hand for hers
then waited for the others
The middle child - a boy
Was to receive his share
Took the cookie held out to him
and off he went to play
The last was also the youngest
just a little boy
held his right hand up
And received his cookie so
Then swiftly he took his hand
And hid it behind his back
With such a forlorn look upon his face
He held his other hand up
Oh he put on a very good act
As if he hadn’t received one
How could a father resist
Such a pitiful look from him
So melt did my heart
That I gave him his second treat
On that warm summer’s day
Asking if they could have a treat
Just one small cookie please
They followed me to the cookie jar
Waiting for their sweets
The eldest, a girl about 6
Held up a hand for hers
then waited for the others
The middle child - a boy
Was to receive his share
Took the cookie held out to him
and off he went to play
The last was also the youngest
just a little boy
held his right hand up
And received his cookie so
Then swiftly he took his hand
And hid it behind his back
With such a forlorn look upon his face
He held his other hand up
Oh he put on a very good act
As if he hadn’t received one
How could a father resist
Such a pitiful look from him
So melt did my heart
That I gave him his second treat
This is one of the many memories I will remember of my son Michael. Saturday, January 21st. will mark a year since he walked this path. If you so desire, join with us and light an orange candle Saturday afternoon as his family remembers him.
