I received a box of chocolates from my children, The premium kind, from a fancy shop, individual bars and pieces, magnificently Wrapped in ribbons of satin and gold, They arrived from Seattle for my birthday, An assortment to behold. All dark chocolate, truffles and almonds, They taunt me to come and taste, I will not share them with anyone, That would be a waste. No, I moved them out of sight Into the bedroom, away from all eyes, Mine to munch on tonight. Now it's eight in the morning, they're calling to me To open the box, to taste and delight. I think I need help, the addiction is fierce, I cannot win the fight. © Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com) HOME ~THE WRITERS' CORNER~