Morning coffee reminds her of years gone by
when she hustled to clean & tidy up the house
so untidy with five children running about
so she would be in readiness for parents
knowing that several pots would brew of a day
to give her the energy to persevere, strength
to be patient while her mother scrutinized,
criticized and ultimately laughed with her
but she knew as their car left the driveway
she would settle into a comfy spot dozing as
her caffeine high evaporated, energy waned
leaving her thinking of only the one cup
setting before her swirling, inviting to
remind her the pots of coffee that brewed
are but a memory no longer required, no
longer needed to get through parents visits
© July 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday Prompt. You can read other poet’s responses at https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/28/over-his-morning-coffee-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo here was taken from the Morgue File and digitized by myself.


I can relate. Well done. 🙂 I will add it in to Tuesday’s post.
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Thank You Jamie. My children could not figure out what was wrong with me when I dozed off and couldn’t keep my eyes open. I no longer drink coffee like that. One or two cups in the morning and I’m done. Have a wonderful holiday!
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You have such an engrossing style of writing, the reader must continue! I’m having my first year of decaf – interesting calm to my days now 😌
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I relate to settling in the comfy spot dear Renee.. and could smell the coffee almost.. Even though I do not drink very much of it. 🙂
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