Each morning the family would rush out the door
With a pastry and coffee in hand
There just wasn’t time for breakfast!
The old forgotten cup soon learned
Stained, and scratched, chipped and alone
Years of celebration –evaporated
Upon the shelf, that lonely cup
Collected only dust
This cup was once a team of twelve
Matching plates, saucers, and cups
And together they added
A special touch –to family celebration
Pieces had broken, or were given away
Tender hugs, No longer felt
Now all that remains is this cup
And the emptiness inside
But recently, from eyes anew
A spark of gladness came
When a gaze saw something in that cup
That others had dismissed
This morning, as I sip coffee from
That old, but not forgotten – friend
I laugh; to think –someone so young
Helped me to see what I’d looked past
Wishing you pleasure in life’s little things.
Thank you for stopping by,
