As I savor the body

Of Madeira Éclair is on my mind.

We met one Summer Day

In an out of the way café

On the outskirts of chance

In a little town known to me...

It was a day

That I will never forget

Sally Lunn was a good friend of mine

At the time

You can say that she enticed me

To make éclair’s acquaintance

It seem like just yesterday

I was having a toast

With Sherry and  Rosé

And out of nowhere

Éclair Appeared.

I thought perhaps

She lost her way

And unexpectedly stumbled

Into our mist

Although I must admit I was startled

At first,

But after making room at the table

I didn’t mine the intrusion.

Éclair was unlike

Any other dish I had laid eyes on

She wasn’t at all like

Tia Maria who accompanies me

To the Captain’s dinner

On a three day cruise to Jamaica

But that is a story for another time

Although I must say that

I prefer to start my mornings

With something a little Blond and Sweet

But with age my taste

For Éclair diminished

And if I ever loved her

I’m not in touch with that part of myself anymore.

Although the connection we established

In the café that Summer

Can’t be denied.

So I guess I’ll sit here staring

At the body of Madeira

With fond memories

Of Éclair on my mind.