Royal Dansk Cookies take me to my knees.

Is there something so ingrained in your core memory

That the mere smell, sight, taste of it knocks you down

For me, its Royal Dansk Cookies

The lid says new

But you are as old and nostalgic as they come

Daddy, I miss you.

You legally died when I was 29 but you died much younger than that

You’ll live forever in the form of shaped cookies

That are slightly stale and fresh all at the same time

May you forever be a Dansk cookie, and may I never be

All at the same time.

(file this under childhood trauma. I'm fine, taking a stab at some more dramatic writing)