In this little cup, a tiny world,
A flower blooms in foam unfurled,
A gentle whisper of coffee’s grace,
Softly touches the heart’s quiet space.
Placed upon marble, calm and still,
This cup feels warm beyond its fill,
Like morning light at break of day,
Or a mother’s love in a tender way.
In every sip, a comfort lies,
Like home beneath familiar skies,
A hint of bitterness lingers too,
Yet sweetness follows, pure and true.
That empty chair beside the table,
Waits for someone, if only able,
Or perhaps it calls you to simply be,
To meet your own quiet company.
This is no coffee, it’s a feeling deep,
A pause the restless world can’t keep,
Between the rush of all we do,
It gifts a stillness, soft and true.
~ Dawn
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