“Look, there’s no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.” —Fernando Pessoa
Easter? How can that be? Wasn’t it Christmas 2 days ago?
I know Easter is nearly here because every aisle at the supermarket seems to be stuffed with chocolate and chocolate always reminds me of a wonderful old lady I used to visit. I loved the way she saw the world and I just plain loved her. Those who know me will understand my glee sitting in on the Dr/Patient conversation in the poem. It was a ripper!
Cheers and travel safely.
Do you think God or the Devil
Played a part
In the creation of chocolate?
Or sin made scrumptious?
Can life be too sweet?
The old woman asked me to sit and nestled closer
Her eyes flashing as she started her story.
Her Doctor, one of the Chosen Ones,
Had decreed for the sake of her health
She must give up the seductive stuff.
But Heaven was supplying it!
As a poor village child
She was sent to town to buy meagre supplies.
This was her chance.
She had saved and saved and could afford
One luscious mouth-watering chocolate.
All to herself!
She sighed as it melted in her mouth
And prayed with all her being to live in a land
Full of money for chocolate.
Miracles take time and here she is
And not for any doctor is she going to
Disappoint God’s design.
She asks my advice.
The Angel in me wants her
Healthy and living forever.
The Devil in me wants to be there
When she tells The Doctor
He’s messing with God’s plan.
How can I not love this woman?
She is like the chocolate she consumes
Sweet with a soft and slightly nutty centre.
And how can I, another woman
Who would sell her soul for the stuff
Doubt that Chocolate moves in mysterious ways?