From Black Water
My mom and dad loved drinking coffee black, the coffee pot was full and never did lack. The air in the morning was filled, smelling fresh black coffee always thrilled. When I was three, I tried their black coffee for me. Yuk~nasty~no way, it was not for me and I ran out to play. Then the day came I fell deeply in love with coffee, I added sugar~cream and it tasted more like toffee. Today some things have changed, I still cannot drink black coffee and that is still unchanged. I love coffee hot or iced in a mug that is padded, but it must have sugar~cream added.
Date Written: 8/23/2021
The Color Black Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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