Secret Comforts

Digging in the drawer
behind the sweaters
for the bag of snickers bars
I suddenly remember
that my mother hid caramels
and boxes of butterbrickle
underneath her bed.

And I begin to cry,
my mouth full of chocolate,
about the two of us
decades apart
spending our lives on others,
sneaking our secret comforts
as if it were a sin.

-- Deb Cooper

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