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The Coffee Cup
by Ann MillsNothing funny to forward, not too much to say,
except that I broke my favorite coffee cup today.
It was there right on on the counter, pretty and whole
Then fell apart in pieces when it landed on the floor.
I said no, my favorite cup,
and then I picked the pieces up.
I know it's silly being sad
When so much else is going bad.
But it came from Aunt Gena's house;
I must say I felt like a louse.
I threw it away, then thought back
"Hey, this one I won't have to pack!"
Nothing funny to forward, not much to say,
except I saved some space in a packing box today.
07/13/2007 Author's Note: I am currently moving, not by choice, and not enjoying the process of packing, trashing, selling, etc. at all. I generally wake up early enough to correspond via e-mail with folks, and on this particular day all I sent out was this piece of work.
It is interesting to note that my aunt gave me a beautiful matching cup and saucer from Aunt Gena's house to replace my favorite coffee cup. Gotta love her for that!
Posted on 07/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Moore on 07/22/07 at 03:05 PM I guess that's one way to think about it. Making words rhyme is a difficult thing to do, but it was done pretty well here. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/07 at 09:50 PM It is amazing how a cup or a plate from an old aunt or a very old friend can instantly evoke a sense of connection and maybe even love. We have a plate from our friend Mary Bloomfield who showed us how to grow old with dignity and virve. Every time I notice it on the wall, I think of her grand spirit. Aaaand... lots of reasons to love that other still-kicking aunt, huh? |
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