Ode to coffee
Oh coffee I love you so
Let me tell you how I like you
Black and bitter warmth
Or with a splash of half and half
One sugar cube, ok two
Down the hatch
This addiction
Started when I was little
I would beg mom for a taste
She would hand me the mug
And I would take gulps
Until she grabbed it back
From my greedy hands
Making herself another
That taste of Folgers,
or was it Maxwell House
Is a hallmark of my childhood
Sitiing at our small kitchen table
It still sustains me every morning
I drink as many as I want
Fiending for it
I have no kids to ask me
for a sip. But if I did,
I'd definitely pass my cup
To let them taste what
smells like perfection
At 5 am in the morning
While I write
It's the best part of my day
Sipping my double espresso
While remembering France
downing those tiny cups
At my cousin's house,
devouring buttery croissants
Dip it in
Savoring the sweetness,
the aftertaste lingers
Today, post surgery savoring
my first cup in 24 hours
It's bland heaven,
smooth on my tongue
Probably Folgers
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