Cornflakes, Crosswords and Coffee

Cornflakes with honey and chilled little feet from drafty morning windows and cool tile floors sits next to her grandfather to listen as he tells stories from his days in the war. She watches him lift his ceramic brown mug with steam like silhouette hands reaching his face the black brew smells of warm summer soil so she leans over and asks for a taste. "This drink is for the adults, dear, you're much too young, the flavour is too bitter and strong for your tongue." The aroma mixes with newspaper and aftershave she stares at the mug's water black and mysterious then rests her little head on his sweater to watch as he marks letters in the crossword with eyes so serious. Memories of breakfast together are never lost feeling safe and calm and completely at peace they live in every sip of her morning coffee with cornflakes, crosswords and chilled little feet.