My Teacup: In Memoriam
O proud and glorious vessel of tea,
You did your duty valiantly.
And ne’er shall pass another day
Where by my side you deign to stay.
Your curving sides, your graceful lip
Fit perfectly within my grip.
Leaf and bag, in water steeped
A splash of milk into the deep.
Each day a perfect cup you gave
A legacy now for your grave.
Though many may make their appeal,
No other cup my heart shall steal.
The Sounds of a Silence (in the Morning)
Hello coffee, my old friend,
I’ve come to drink you here again,
Restless nights that were so fleeting
The darkness left, now I am bleating
for the coffee that will now restore my brain
Bring me the sounds of silence.