Cold Coffee-5/23/14
Coffee’s getting cold.
As I sit here,
thinking
Bold…
Color combinations upon
a broken painter’s palette.
Coffee’s getting cold.
As I sit here,
feeling old…
nothing is so fleeting
as Life is Stealing
years and years from Us All,
beginning each and everyday
the thief of time
steals of years away.
but I regress…
Coffee’s getting cold.
Black liquid velvet dripping
into a cup, a cup that holds
love.
This coffee cup
from which I sip
once belong to my long-dead
Mother.
I treasure it because
it was once hers.
But Coffee’s getting cold,
as I just sit here
thinking
drinking black coffee
thinking my life away
piece by piece
word by word
poem by poem
a whisper in
the wind
lies unheard.
but…
Coffee’s getting cold.
My Mama when she was young
sexinthekitchensink 
I love your memorial poems to your Mom, also the vintage photo (with the background TV) is really cool.
Thank you. I miss her a lot…its been almost 14 years too. Since she passed away.