in this house
that none of us goes without.
I'll be grumpy, Kira will sigh.
The Kids will cry and pout.
We've been on ration
for near two weeks.
You want to know,
so here's a peek.
I'll show my dream,
in another post,
Of coloured fruit,
and beans to roast.
An arboretum
in Winter cold,
all for cocoa's
addictive hold.
Before I surrender
to the night
just one more cup
in firelight.
As sleep arrives
to dote and tease
I'll dream again of cocoa trees.
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