Steam and cream
Five spoons of sugar
A smile floats onto my lips
I breathe in the chocolate scent
And know...this is home
This is truth
The cup is elegant
With its Victorian flower patterns
Lilies and roses climbing up the handle
The cream swirls
As my spoon twirls and twirls through it
Like the ballerinas performing on the Met stage
My grandma takes me to see often.
Her cup is blue porcelain
Hand-made
Within its depths of blue flowers
Two slanted eyes peak through
Eyes of laughter and yet bitter tears
Gaze at me as if in question
I close my own eyes and life rushes by
Like trains in a busy subway station
All the people huddling and nudging elbows
Frowns and smiles as the wheels clank on
Against the cold metal tracks
Yet when I open my eyes
I am back safe in this kitchen
No more madness of this world
No more trains
No more darkness.
The coffee's steam fills my mind
Thoughts rush in of a life I wanted
The life I have now
Is it what I expected?
No...it is so much more
God is merciful
For he saw my heart
He brought me back from the depths of sadness
Into the light and warmth of this kitchen
Who would have thought
That this cup of coffee
is all the two of us need
to find home?
Five spoons of sugar
A smile floats onto my lips
I breathe in the chocolate scent
And know...this is home
This is truth
The cup is elegant
With its Victorian flower patterns
Lilies and roses climbing up the handle
The cream swirls
As my spoon twirls and twirls through it
Like the ballerinas performing on the Met stage
My grandma takes me to see often.
Her cup is blue porcelain
Hand-made
Within its depths of blue flowers
Two slanted eyes peak through
Eyes of laughter and yet bitter tears
Gaze at me as if in question
I close my own eyes and life rushes by
Like trains in a busy subway station
All the people huddling and nudging elbows
Frowns and smiles as the wheels clank on
Against the cold metal tracks
Yet when I open my eyes
I am back safe in this kitchen
No more madness of this world
No more trains
No more darkness.
The coffee's steam fills my mind
Thoughts rush in of a life I wanted
The life I have now
Is it what I expected?
No...it is so much more
God is merciful
For he saw my heart
He brought me back from the depths of sadness
Into the light and warmth of this kitchen
Who would have thought
That this cup of coffee
is all the two of us need
to find home?
"The life I have now
ReplyDeleteIs it what I expected?
No...it is so much more"
Well that is about the best thing you can ask for. Love this and love coffee.
Hi! This is my first visit to your blog. (Saw you newly began to follow mine) Thanks for stopping by my place ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem! A fellow adorer of coffee, I smiled at your beautiful description of swirling spoons and flower patterns climbing.
I enjoyed our coffee together in this moment :)