A poem about attitude...

Sugar Cookie

Pollyanna I am not!

She enters the room

Wearing her pastel yellow

calico frock with ruffles

and a bow tied right there.

Light brown French braided hair

rosy cheeks and those blue eyes

Bright and cheerful disposition

Buttery glisten on her lips

Passing out just baked sugar cookies

of jollity


I sit in the corner

near the box of tissues.

Wearing my stretch jeans,

black top and black boots

And a scarf with some shimmer

Concealed beneath the exterior

are my rainbow socks

My color is secreted underneath

as is my hope


I know the color is there.

I want to experience it on the outside

I would like to not to give a s**t

And I need to stop apologizing

For my feelings

I look down and notice

I am covered in dust kitties

from hiding under the bed


I am out from my low place

in daylight, even though

I am sitting in the corner

near the tissues.


She approaches me

Her tray filled with cookies

She smiles and only says

“Would you like one? They’re good.

Choose the treat you want.”

I haven’t had a cookie that tasted

Like joy in awhile.

They’re not store-bought for sure

I choose a vanilla one,

it has big sugar crystals on top

I touch it to my tongue

Close my eyes and sigh.

I have sought that sweetness

for so long.

My diet of bitterness and salty tears

has been lacking.


I nibble on the scrumptious cookie

and my attitude softens

I must remember to ask

Pollyanna for the recipe.

Surely, someone had to give

the same recipe to her one day


maybe or maybe not so long ago.