Saturday, November 28, 2009

Memory of a childhood winter*

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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4 comments:

  1. Ana MottaNovember 29, 2009 at 4:34 PM

    Good times!!!
    The 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

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  2. thoughtsNovember 29, 2009 at 9:38 PM

    this is simply adorable, just loved it.

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  3. AnonymousNovember 30, 2009 at 4:27 PM

    Ana..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(+) :)
    Dom*

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  4. AnonymousNovember 30, 2009 at 4:28 PM

    Golden Lotus of God's Love..thanks for your kindest words my love..enjoy as well(+):)
    soulbro*

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