The Kid and the Coffee

I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best. Nor do I remember if she liked it with cream and sugar. But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact, That she could not drink directly from the cup. A new day had dawned, and it was time for the coffee. With cup and saucer in hand, her morning moment had arrived. Not a major historical event, but for ME, she was making a memory. After filling the cup, she would slowly pour the steaming hot coffee Into the saucer. Then, she would gently blow, making it right for sipping. Perhaps a common practice at the time, and unworthy of anybody’s attention. But with wide-eyed interest in sipping A LITTLE BOY watches and captures A ’magical moment’. Grandma and the years have passed on, and I suspect that ‘Saucer Sipping’ no longer exists; but the captured moment in MY MEMORY will never die. No amount of time, or changes in the culture of coffee, Can erase the beautiful snapshot of one treasured moment. I see A WIDE-EYED KID who has become a senior citizen. I see the cup and coffee in MY HAND, taking sips without a saucer. And I still see Grandma, happy and sipping her soothing hot coffee. I SEE the cup, the saucer, the sipping, and the entire magical moment.