Poet's Place response
The winter chill was everywhere
Snow blanketed the ground all about
For us there was joy in the air
Mother got the cocoa pot out.
Steamy goodness soon warmed us all
We savored every single drop
The cups from which we drank were tall
None of us wanted the fun to stop.
Cocoa warmed us through like a stove
Despite the winter chill outside .
The house felt like a blessed cove
And our troubles ran away to hide.
The memories remain so clear
Each day anew they bring me cheer.