Chocolate dreams...
C hocolate dreams and golden eggs hidden among the flowers of the back yard. Everyone running among bushes and trees I, wearing with pride the fine white dress that Grandmama had made out of ribbons and lace Waking up early to get to church first so that we could get a front row place and watching the preacher as he spoke and spoke about a man that lived, died and came back, a man he said, was G-d in his heart. Mostly the words we heard were about love and about life after death... as he went on... Sign in to see full entry.