Young Writers Society

Hot cocoa
on midwinter days.
The days when fragments of ice
decorated your yard
and icicles dangled
from your roof
that dad said he would fix
but never did.
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Hot cocoa
on cold icy nights.
The nights when mom
used to say
"be careful"
when you walked down the steps,
and bandaged your knee
when you fell.
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Hot coca
on chilly mornings.
The mornings when grandma
would take you outside with
extra gloves when you waited
for the school bus,
and sent you out with warm kisses
and hugs.
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Hot cocoa
on frozen evenings.
Evenings when grandpa
would build a snowman with you
and would move him
to the cellar,
when he began
to melt.
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Hot Cocoa
on snowy afternoons.
Afternoons when your brother
would have a snowball fight
with you and his friends
and would get into a fight
if the other boys
were playing
too rough.
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Your roof is still broken,
you still fall down the stairs
and put on extra gloves
to build snowmen.
You still throw snowballs
every once in a while
and let hot cocoa's warm aroma
tickle your nose.
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And you drink hot cocoa
on listless winter days.
Days when you miss
your grandpa and grandma
and mom and dad
and brother,
and all those times you could've said
"I love you."
But you didn't,
and now,

you can't.