Poetry Month: A Cup of Memory 3 of 30

It's here!  It's National Poetry Month!  I'll hoping to write a poem every day this month.  I've decided to keep it simple this year.  I'm going to write about whatever strikes me each day.  I suppose it will be like a rollercoaster ride of poetry.  You'll never be quite sure what you're in for from day to day.

Today's inspiration: coffee

For years 
I sat beside
chocolate milk.

Grandpa added 
a bit of cream
to his coffee;
another detail
to his story.

He was the only one I knew
who changed 
his coffee 
from black
to tan.

her coffee always black,
added ice cubes,
making iced coffee
before it was cool.

At my mother-in-law's
the coffee pot was always on.
She could pour a late night cup,
drink it,
and then go to bed.

Grams liked her coffee hot.
She loved when the waitress
with the pot of coffee
to warm her cup.

Here I stand 
my cup of coffee
hearing their voices

© Cathy L. Mere, 2019


  1. This "tan" coffee drinker loves this, partly because some of my earliest memories of coffee involve my grandmother too. When I was a little girl, I didn't like cold milk in the morning. One time when my grandma was visiting, she poured just a little bit of her coffee into it to warm it up, and call it "coffee milk." When my mom found out, she was horrified, but I drank coffee milk from that day on. Thanks for evoking that memory for me!


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