Cocoa Hearts
Mama's Love
For Cocoa Hearts
postmarked by Mama's love:
The bitter cold days would start
with the alarm clock going off
Mama's comforting voice was soft,
"Come on, now wake up.
Dreams were sweet
Life was managing
to make ends meet.
Poverty hidden from our eyes
Our family had sufficient supplies
Provisions ...
due to Mama's efforts to
keep our cocoa hearts afloat with
Precision.
Mama's voice was soft,
"Come on, now, wake up".
Each morning she filled our cups
with warm, bubbling care
sending us into the frosty air.
Our cocoa hearts covered in
Mama's love ...
Care that fit like a glove
with chocolate dreams bundled close
to our cocoa hearts.
Reminiscing,
A Heartfelt Memory
About the Creator
Alexis Wellmaker
Wrapped up in Words / Chaser of Dreams / Keeper of stories / Maker of well-written work ... I strive to create positive, uplifting stories for children and adults.
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Love this!