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When I was a child, mother made coffee in a percolator..That was before microwave ovens that could heat things in a few seconds..She would pour about 1/8 or 1/4 cup coffee in a cup add sugar and fill the cup with milk..I guess she did that mostly to give me warm milk..I still think of home when the aroma of coffee wafts on the air..

Percolator

Coffee
Every morning
Perked in percolator
Memories wafts on morn's cafe'
Latte

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Vince Suzadail Jr.

May 21, 2012 at 12:56 PM

Can't live without it. I might skip breakfast but not my coffee.

Joe Maverick

May 18, 2012 at 1:38 PM

And I think there's a "latte" good thougts in this piece Sara..)

Andrea Dietrich

May 17, 2012 at 9:10 PM

excellent cinquain, sara!

Poet Destroyer A

May 17, 2012 at 8:44 PM

Sara, nothing is better than a sweet memory you can savor over any cup of coffee. I bet we all miss them old pot we use to brew coffee, before all these delicious Latte, took over... A very fine Cinquain... thanks for sharing your wonderful poetry with us today;-) Take care and have yourself a good night ~ always* PD

Nette Onclaud

May 17, 2012 at 9:25 AM

oooh, this is a magnet, sara... a cinquain that i will always remember.. haven't seen any of this form lately... are we talking arabica or robusta beans here??.. huggs!:)

Russell Sivey

May 17, 2012 at 8:18 AM

I'd like a cup of mocha please, ha ha! Very awesome write my friend! My favorite line is the line, "Perked in percolator" quite the satisfying line Sara! Your poem is special and magnificent! I just love your write tons! Great Work!!