FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE

FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE

Freshly brewed coffee

Wafting on the breeze,

Bring comfort to me

On wintery days like these.

It’s pungent strong aroma

Stirs memory within,

Of days when I would sit down 

And have coffee with him.

We’d spend a quiet interlude

And share our innermost thoughts,

A smile, a glance – a hug

Such memories are brought.

Coffee, cream and sugar

The clink of a silver spoon,

I remember oh so clearly

Him telling me to reach for the moon.

An hour spent in conversation,

Discussing the latest news,

It always brought great interest

To hear about his views.

He’s gone and my life is changed

But I will always be glad

For the days when I sat down

And had coffee with my Dad.

© Linda J. Vaughan

May 2011