NaPoWriMo Second Cup

 

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Second Cup: Cinnamon

Perhaps not plain for the second cup,

Perhaps a memory to spice things up;

Cinnamon in an old salt shaker,

milk glass art deco,

Scottie dog motif,

always there within reach,

my mom’s—

she, named McIntosh,

she, friends called Scottie,

she, my mom;

1930’s gift to a young bride,

pepper broke, an off the table slide,

kept still, a friend’s connection…for her;

repurposed now, my mom’s love…for me,

in my heart

and in my cup,

perhaps, so warm feelings fill me up,

perhaps, to share a life through spice in a cup.


Poetry and Photo Sheri Edwards

NaPoWriMo 2018


For #napowrimo  #npm18   #clmooc

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