Savor in 100 words

I wrote this poem as my mother was losing her fight with cancer, I looked for the moments of peace, joy and comfort. This was one of those times. She passed away a few weeks after I wrote this, December 3, 2009.

Childlike, you grin when I present chocolate. I offer it even though I will soon be wiping chocolate drool from your chin before it drips onto your new pajamas.

Even though you might drift to sleep in the middle of tiny nibbles, letting it melt in your fingers that I will have to remind you to wipe clean before you touch the remote control.

The rich chocolate melts onto your tongue and your eyes are lit up with pleasure when you look at me.

You don’t have much pleasure these days, and as you savor the chocolate,

I savor you.

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