Papa's Cup

The old stained coffee cup mocks me It is old enough to protest But fortunately Cannot shout Nor hold a placard. We’ve been together Through several generations Of offspring Thus, the PAPA On its face. We share many secrets And as with my dogs I know the cup can be trusted The one who presented it to me Has graduated from college The one who now points to it And says: “PAPA” Is not yet in pre-school. Thus, do I sit Gazing into an empty cup Overflowing With memories.