Coffee and Thanksgiving

Why do I drink iced coffee? Early on Thanksgiving. When I could sleep in. The smell of turkey cooking could wake me. Instead- I like to sit on the couch, early. In my robe, nowhere to be. Yet, there is coffee. And it’s a cold one. I take a sip, and it’s as if the snow has snuggled around the cup. Why do I drink iced coffee? Early on Thanksgiving. When I’m not supposed to do much. And I don’t. The cup is empty, soon enough. I like iced coffee. Almost as much as mashed potatoes. My fingers are cold. Not from the drink… But from remembering her. I don’t want to miss this cold, dark morning. I don’t like to nap on this day. We fed her turkey as her last meal. We fed her, she liked turkey. Then we took her in, we took her in… I have energy this morning. I promise not to fall asleep, with tears in my eyes. I do anyway. And wake up to a feast.