A cup of coffee

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.


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