Friday, September 14, 2012

The Marshmallow You Didn't Expect

Bath night.
I come downstairs to make hot chocolate,
To warm your cold wet hands.
I swirl the chocolate in the pan of milk,
Drop one marshmallow in each cup,
And pour the hot goodness over top.

Little hands wrap carefully around your mug.
Slowly and quietly you sip the contents.
Content with a warm belly.
You tip back your mug,
Your mouth filling with the soft marshmallow.
Then you look up at me with a gooey smile.

It's the sweet surprise you didn't expect.
The bonus.
The moment of bliss.
From a marshmallow at the bottom of your cup.

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