Hot Chocolates

Beside the hum and rattle of the
crockery stacked coffee machine,
Dad mimes drinking hot chocolate.
You bet! My smile replies

The bitter aroma of coffee fills our bright kitchen.
The cupboard clinks, as Dad searches for a mug.
He knows my favourite: thin, purple and white

Milk bubbles and hisses.
I spoon a crumbling mountain
of marshmallow flavoured chocolate powder
- poof! - into my cup.

Dad surfs the milk, swirling wave over wave
He contains the silky sea, expertly:
the bench never gets a drop.

Popping frothed milk, poured
into my cup, airy for me, smooth for Dad.
Spoon scraping, I stir
White swirls into chocolate

You hold a spoonful of chocolate, a cup of milk
and a world of feeling.