Ode to Coffee

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I lift my green mug high and salute all the parents armed against their brood with coffee, the secret weapon of our tribe. May your day be blessed…

Dearest Coffee you have such a lovely effect
When I once was falling asleep,
Your luscious caffeine wakes me up,
Or it may be the many trips to the bathroom you cause me to make.
But it doesn’t matter.
I am awake.

Your lovely smell entices me.
How is it that you do not taste
anything like you smell?
The acidic brew eats at my stomach.
But it doesn’t matter.
I am awake.

Dearest coffee,
You help this mama,
Who, after half a second of sleep last night,
Needs help to keep her eyes open.
Perhaps that your assistance is due to the shaking of my hands
But it doesn’t matter.
I am awake.

This steaming cuppa is disappearing quickly.
I shall have to make another.
You make the sleepless blur in my mind
Shake and shimmy so that my children and my boss
Think that I am alert.
But it doesn’t matter.
I am awake.

But oh wonderful coffee,
I have a confession to make.
I do not like your taste.
Please wait, that doesn’t mean I don’t drink you.
I do, nearly 44 cups a day, and counting
But every cup is drowning
In copious amounts of sweetness and almond milk.
But it doesn’t matter.
I am awake.

Be still my wildly thrashing heart.
I think all this might mean, dear coffee,
That I’m addicted to your bitter brew.
I fear I shall have to abandon you…

But hark, I hear the kids a callin’.
Someone, they think, has lost a limb…
Or perhaps there’s just a scraped big toe.
My addiction battle will have to wait.
I need my eyes to bandage the drop of blood appearing.
Until tomorrow then, dear coffee.
I am awake.

6 thoughts on “Ode to Coffee

    1. Why thank you. I had fun with it, and sometimes a girl’s just wanna have fun. Now I’m channeling Cyndi Lauper and totally showing my age 😉 Well, off to wrangle my kiddos. Thanks for stopping by!

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