I couldn't sleep at all and I called out in the night ,
Mum came in and asked me if everything was all right .
When I said I couldn't sleep she took me from my bed ,
And brought me down the stairs
"Hot chocolate will help "
She said .
When she went in the kitchen I took a look outside ,
It was dark and deserted .
Somewhere a stray cat cried .
The snow fell in the street and the wind seemed icy cold ,
I sat and thought about a hot drink that soon I'd hold .
My Mother boiled the milk and put a mug on a tray ,
I could almost taste that hot chocolate coming my way .
Throughout the house the smell of hot chocolate filled the air .
My mother brought a tray of biscuits for us to share .
The hot chocolate soon arrived and brought to me a smile ,
Firelight and good company for Mother and her child .
Late nights and hot chocolate in my Mother's cosy home ,
I was like a night owl with both my eyes wide open .
Though the day had gone away now sleep would still not will not come ,
Times like this are special for a Mother and a son .
I sipped down the hot chocolate my Mother made for me ,
And her fingers stroked my hair as gentle as could be .
Next thing I knew my Mother put me back into bed ,
And I heard her softly whisper ,
"Good night son . "
She said .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-05-23 06:30:02
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