Sipping Coffee
Remember playtime moments shared.
When as two children, nicely paired,
with clinking spoons or tiny cups
pretended coffee like grown-ups.
And, then you said, I am old enough.
I need the caffeine in this stuff.”
Can you recall the virgin sip,
that burned your mouth and seared your lip?
Sip slowly on a tender tongue,
a smoking brew to overcome,
and wake the hungry nighttime eyes,
with beans of hazelnut surprise.
Black stimulant creeps in the soul
warming a belly from the cold,
a rapid morning’s soothing taste
to comfort one in workday haste.
Too hot to gulp or swallow fast.
The gentle quality must last,
allowing caffeine to sustain
a weary over thinking brain.
A remedy through bitter years
war time tonic, Red Cross cheers.
Whose warmth to these said, "be revived."
"You're sipping coffee. You're still alive."
1/8/2024
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2024
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