Coffee

By on July 6, 2008 in Poems & Stories

Coffee
When I awake each morning
I head right for the pot
To brew my cup of coffee
Black and steaming hot.
The first cup works its magic
Without it my day
Would be tragic.
The fragrant aroma so teasing
To my senses it’s so pleasing.
I’m now set to face the day
My worries washed away
Thank heavens I must say
For that first cup of coffee
That I have to start my day.

Tom Fenning
Sunday, December 30, 2007

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87 widowed since 2000. Write poems to save my sanity 5 children 16 grandchildren 23 great grandchildren and 3 coming Volunteer at 3 Local Elementary schools as teachers helper
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6 Responses to Coffee

  1. Helder July 6, 2008 at 9:17 pm #

    I Love coffee too, the taste of Life :smile:

  2. Anthony Williams July 9, 2008 at 4:22 pm #

    Yum! I have the same routine every morning, coffee is like ambrosia, food of the gods ;)

  3. David Pekrul July 14, 2008 at 4:55 am #

    What on earth would we do without our coffee and our travel mug? Us Americans and Canadians are a strange lot. I wonder what other countries do for their morning pickup?

  4. coffee lover March 14, 2009 at 2:14 pm #

    I really can’t go through a single day without drinking a cup of piping hot coffee :cool:

    coffee lovers last blog post..Coffee Taster Tongue Worth Millions

  5. Pools July 24, 2009 at 8:50 am #

    WHERES THE COFFEE ,,,OH I LOST MINE!

  6. tom July 24, 2009 at 2:01 pm #

    Golly, I thought I was one of a few who craved caffene :lol:

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