Chocolate: a poetry post

Today, for Prose for Thought (which I've just realised, I never share prose on - sorry!), I'm sharing my poem about Chocolate.

There's a bit of a chocolate theme to the blog lately isn't there? The last post was all about chocolate too. I'm blaming the Easter eggs which are still sitting on top of the kitchen cupboards. I'd say we're all bored of chocolate, but it's really just the kids. I'm desperate to make it into cakes and sauces, cookies and truffles, but I'm not allowed. 😢

Anyhow, I wrote this poem for the Scottish Book Trust last year, and you'll find it on their website here, but I'm now able to share it right here, so here it is - a bit of chocolatey goodness for all you lovelies.

Chocolate

All my life I've loved chocolate.
The love is in my genes,
and some would say (the cheeky ones)
it's also in my jeans. 

I passed my love of chocolate

to my babes in the womb.
They drank it in their breastmilk
and danced a merry tune. 

We didn't let them eat chocolate

until their first birthday.
The children's nurse had told us
that we should be that way. 

Then came pain au chocolat

and birthday chocolate cake.
Eyes lit up in faces smeared.
Oh, what a mess they make! 

And now we say that chocolate

can only be for pud.
Of course, they want it always,
for chocolate tastes so good. 

I too only eat chocolate

after I eat a meal.
I'm being truly honest.
What I say is real. 

I have never pinched chocolate

hidden amongst laundry
to surreptitiously eat,
keeping it all for me.

I have not opened chocolate

while shaking pasta shapes
and savoured chunks all alone
while making bolognese. 

That missing Easter chocolate

the kids cannot recall.
It certainly was not me
that did devour it all. 

And I never said chocolate

truffles were too boozy
and so only for adults;
they'd just make children woozy. 

And if I ate some chocolates

while writing this today,
it's because there were too few
of them to share. OK?