The familiar memories of getting an Oreo,
Reaching over the crippled plastic box
That has a large Oreo placed on the wrinkly flap.
And seeing the neat rows of brown and white
Lined up together, like soldiers in the Army
And selecting the perfect cookie
The one with the thickest white cream.
And the sweet satisfaction
Of feeling the cream curl and twist under the top
As I turn the Oreo and split them.
And the burst of flavor when I lick both sides.
And the soft splash as I dunk them inside
The white, white milk, now holding small dark specks.
And the wet, cool feeling against my tongue
As I savor each bite of the last Oreo.