Memory of a childhood winter*
The smell of hot cocoa mama has on the table
Clean up from hearty play if we are able
We were outside all day in the snow having fun
The snow was deep and it was difficult to make one run
But we are in the house near a warm fireplace
With cocoa in our belly and a very happy face
Dom*Colucci 2009
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Good times!!!
ReplyDeleteThe innocent childhood, the happyness for little and few things, make our inner child, a gift that live in our hearts and mind.
It is a pleasure to hear to cute poem.
Hugs,
Ana
this is simply adorable, just loved it.
ReplyDeleteAna..you hit the nail on the head as it is good times and enjoyed always as you come in from a very cold icy day and get a cup of cocoa from Mama...enjoy the warmth and happiness within my love(+) :)
ReplyDeleteDom*
Golden Lotus of God's Love..thanks for your kindest words my love..enjoy as well(+):)
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