A Treat for a Traveler (Midtown)

I am requesting to be gifted these Tate’s cookies. Anybody? For a weary traveler?

My Poem:
As a pilgrim on my sacred quest, I yearn for the divine light,
Through treacherous paths I tread, my worn-out shoes in sight.
Amidst this noble journey, I crave signs that draw me near,
And the taste of Tate's cookies, oh, so cherished and dear;

For they are more than cookies, they are love personified,
A treasure from the past, in every mouthful, I confide.
Whispers of Grandma's love, through flavors intertwined,
These sacred treats, a refuge, in moments undefined.

With gratitude overflowing, I'll cradle them close to my chest,
In reverence and awe, these treats, my pilgrim's crest.
Blessed by this embrace, I'll journey with pride,
A pilgrim drenched in nostalgia, on this sacred ride.

Thank you, dear friend, for this heartfelt aid,
In my journey of light, your kindness won't fade.