Holding dad's little finger,
I eyed the colourful covers.
Permission granted to choose,
There! I was DAZED! ! !
The creamy light brown, the dark?
The caramel topped, the milky?
Hey, the one with wafers or the coconut sprinkle?
DOUBT! ! !
The delay earned me an angry glare.
After speedy contemplation,
Settled, my hands, on the rarely chosen,
Exquisite, Swiss chocolate mousse.
Walking back home
IMPATIENCE! ! !
Grabbing the cover,
I tore it open.
The warm chocolate melted, in my mouth,
Tickling the happy sensation.
Occasional Hazelnuts doubled the ecstasy.
The sweet, trickled down tastefully.
But nothing lasts forever - a truth
The empty wrapper, joined others....
Left me thinking....
'When would be the next stroll with dad? '
Just what dads are for spoiling you and chocolate that dreamy cream, nice poem to read...regards
Just what dads are for spoiling you and chocolate that dreamy cream, nice poem to read...regards
Chacolatteeee; fully flavoured; delightful; poem. I too love chacolates........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so sweet like chocolate melts and enters my heart wonderful write great :)