The Coffee And The Kid Poem by Curtis Johnson

The Kid And The Coffee
By Curtis Johnson

I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best.
Nor do I remember if she liked it with cream and sugar.
But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact,
That she could not drink directly from the cup.

A new day had dawned, and it was time for the coffee.
With cup and saucer in hand, her morning moment had arrived.
Not a major historical event, but for me she was making a memory.

After filling the cup, she would slowly pour the steaming hot coffee
Into the saucer. Then, she would gently blow, making it right for sipping.
Perhaps a common practice at the time, and unworthy of anybody’s attention. But with wide-eyed interest in the sipping, a little boy watches and captures a ’magical moment’.

Grandma and the years have passed on, and I suspect that ‘Saucer Sipping’ no longer exits;
but the captured moment in my memory will never die.
No amount of time, nor changes in the culture of coffee,
Can erase the beautiful snapshot of one treasured moment.

I see a wide-eyed kid who has become a senior citizen.
I see the cup and coffee in my hand, taking sips without a saucer.
And I still see grandma, happy and sipping her soothing hot coffee.
I see the cup, the saucer, the sipping, and the entire magical moment.