Standing at the stove
Stirring the milk
With cocoa and sugar
Just like Mama made it
The whirring of metal on metal
Soothing sound of spoon on pan
Not too sweet, not to bitter
Hot cocoa in my hand
Cat curled up on the desk
Paw over nose to keep warm
Dog at my feet
Sleeping in a sunbeam
Baby girl inside
Squirms and squiggles back and forth
Playing imaginary piano
with tiny fingers
My hands don't have to hold it all
The world shrinks back into place
Glorious tiny moments
And joy in the simple things
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