From the Bottom of My Cup
5 July 08 12:55 pm
From the bottom of my coffee cup to the bottom of my heart.
The coffee is hot when I take my first sip I smell its strong aroma as it flows over my lip.
The steam warms my eyes as the fog burns from my mind.
And there is dark bitter taste, acquired and wonderful.
There are times when I wish I had not taken the first drink and then when there’s none in
the house I long for the wonderful roasted perfume to fill the air and its caffeinated warmth.
I walk around as I’m half through the cup and my thoughts return from fantasy and
forgetfulness of last nights slumber and reality again takes control.
My bowels awake and morning habits start and my mind divides into its daily groups take my
meds where do I need to go what do I need to do and how am I going to get them all done.
I see my eyes and then my face staring back from the bottom of my cup and then my ears
start their job and I hear my two darling girls and my eyes start to see
what is really important to me and I see them deep in the bottom of my heart.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
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