The Flavor of Memory
- by tagorton
Cognitive delight,
when shivers settle to warm recollection.
Nothing quite like
hot chocolate's frothy aroma;
tiny marshmallows bobbing for attention.
Takes me back to childhood.
Me and Dad grinning amidst
the scuttle of aprons and plates.
A booth by the window
where we could watch logging trucks loaded high
crawl from our little mountain town.
Hot chocolate will always taste like that day;
like Father and Son.
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