The Cookie Thief

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Being a lover of poetry I glow with happiness when I come across a work that speaks in fluid rhyme and delivers a meaningful message. The poem Cookie Thief by Valerie Fox did that for me and I am excited to share it with you today. I won’t get into poem interpretation here because I want you to experience it yourself but I’d love to hear your thoughts on Valerie’s message and happy to share mine if you care to discuss. Leave a comment below and let me know your thoughts.

As always, sending you good vibrations and so much love!

The Cookie Thief by Valerie Fox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shops
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye”

With each cookie she took, he took one too
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half

He offered her half, as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes

If mine are here, she moaned in despair
The others were his, and he tried to share
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief

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