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.
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