Coffee
How I loved a cup of well beaten coffee,
coffee that you would beat for hours
Mixing sugar and a bit of water to it
The love and the care made it explode
out of that large cup.
And then adding to hot milk
Sipping away the time
Hours that were not measured
Fleeting moments
of those tiny days.
What a ritual it was
So looked forward to
Each thanking the other
of being there
I have almost given up
Hot coffee
But once in a while
When someone offers
I hold on to the cup
Wanting to refresh the taste
Re live the aroma
Bringing back memories
From decades away
But it does not happen
Nothing returns
Not the aroms
Not the taste
Not the moments
Nor the people
Who were part of the coffee
Hot coffee
That I so loved...
24 feb 2017
