The pain is never ending,
and time is always flying,
and the memories of you,
come back with the first taste,
from the nectar of a Mexican winter.
We went through battles of our own,
with husbands seldom home,
the friendship turned to family,
never once forgotten.
The memories I’ve learned,
seem always hard to repeat,
and to think of them and smile,
wishing without a drop of sorrow.
May the pain ever fade,
the memories learn to shine,
for Mexican hot chocolate,
forever will be yours and mine.