Good, Aren't They?

Don't you remember,
those were the
most very favourite
of the children,
when they were young.
And we were, too,
away back then. Those
are the melt-in-your-mouth
types, with the thumbprint
in the middle, dipped
in flaked coconut,
a spoonful of raspberry jam
heaped in the depression,
baked light gold,
aromatically fragrant,
that perfume wafting
through the house as
the children arrived
home from school in
those far-off afternoons.