On a frosty winter morning there’s nothing more comforting
than the cozy warmth of my bed, except maybe a cup of coffee.
A cup of coffee made just the way my mother makes it,
in an old mug that holds more memories than coffee.
A cup of coffee that does more than just warm my hands,
one that awakens my mind and excites my soul.
A cup of coffee that holds in it’s warm color the promise,
of a new day full of new chances and new moments.
But it’s so much more than just a cup of coffee,
it’s a nostalgic routine and a chance to slow down.
It’s a quiet moment in the middle of a loud world,
it’s a sweet memory that only gets better with time.
It’s the perfect chance to appreciate the little things,
like a morning cup of coffee.