12-27-14
My coffee love was born young
before the happiness turned to none
freezing cold I remember the days
I'd come inside from a winter haze
I'd see him having a cup of coffee by his Bunn machine
in the kitchen it was a dream
I'd beg my mother so
to let me enjoy a cup of joe
rarely she'd say yes but when she said so it would make me die of happiness
a cup of sugared and milky delicious
chatting with him over the taste
hot coffee that amazed
my young body has aged
into someone much in pain
my parents divorced long ago
but wouldn't you know
I take my coffee black now
my coffee is still enough to wow
I sometimes feel okay
because I still have the memories of those days
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These Times Try Us All - poems
PoetryPart #1 of my poetry, & after 52 poems I've decided to continue my poems in another post. Written: December 5th, 2014 - February 19th, 2015. Look for part 2 FOR WHAT ITS WORTH - POEMS. Topics may include: longing, sadness, happiness, love, coffee, s...