As I child, I was taught that sharing what you have
is a primary way of loving
and what is expected of us.
That was all well and good with most things.
But hardest of all to share was–
(You might even say that at times,
I’ve been a chocolate-hoarder.)
Blessed are those who share their chocolate,
for they live the spirit of Love.
Imagine my delight in finding and marrying a man
who didn’t indulge in chocolate himself,
but went out of his way each week to
purchase the best dark chocolate in town
for me to enjoy.
He was such a beloved regular-Tuesday customer
that when he died
the chocolatier donated goodies for three hundred people
for the memorial reception.
But another miracle happened:
The owner of the chocolate shop gave me a 12-piece truffle box
and told me that whenever I want it refilled
to just show up with the box and to choose
which flavors I prefer.
I am now in possession of a magic box;
an endless chocolate supply
that when I receive
I happily get to share
always feeling that my beloved
pleasure and joy.