Morning Coffee Poem by Randy McClave

Morning coffee she offered me
Morning coffee instead of tea,
Then morning coffee she poured in my cup
All because she wanted me to wake up.
The aroma of coffee was in the air,
Enticing me like a morning prayer.

Morning coffee warming our hands
Morning coffee from different lands,
A cup of morning coffee with sugar and cream
Like she had in her dream.
The morning coffee was meant to be shared,
As it was when it was prepared.

Morning coffee waking up the mind
Morning coffee before the daily grind,
The gentle aroma which enters into the nose
Upon that reason I happily arose.
And this to one and all I will always say,
A cup of morning coffee is best to begin any day.

Randy L. McClave