Best Motherchocolate Poems
As I wake up I in the morning I can smell the hot chocolate on the stove. Added with
spice, cinnamon and clove. Warms my heart with love in it's simplicity! From the one I
know who can, Granny. You see, it doesn't take a lot for her to show. The way she loved me
I know. As I lay my head on her lap, she tells me stories. Sometrue some false others like
a romance through a midnight waltz. People new and respected her as the person she was.
The fighter for the underprivileged a worthy cause. Along the way she was a saint. A cruel
person she ain't. Always had a word to share.Which keeps together the family so near.I
guess that's why God calls her now to be with him for more than a while. That's why when
I wake up every morning a smell hot chocolate I remember and smile.