Tennyson and Mrs. Beck's Hot Chocolate
How many children can say they
Enjoyed Tennsyon and real
hot chocolate----
Mrs. Beck's dark Hershey's,
Melted into milk, cream, and sugar?
Together at last-----
Tennyson and chocolate.
As you handed me the cup, Mrs. Beck,
Did you see that it was full
of chocolate phrases,
Of an early love of Alfred, L.T?
But, to rush home, then,
To share, was not to be.
As I sink into the last lines of
"Break, Break, Break,"
"But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me,"
I now raise a cup of Tennyson
and chocolate
For the children who have been lost,
And had their hearts shattered
On the cold, grey stones
Of a parent's despair.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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