Always a coffee drinker, I was not after the taste
so much, but the much needed drug.
My son, my baby boy that life turned into a man
much too soon, took time off work one day,
showing up with gift in hand - a cup of coffee,
a cup of that really really good much too expensive
for a momma working to make ends meet coffee.
One taste and my mouth was in heaven...
oh my...I was obviously thinking...coffee this good
should be sinful; his eyes glowed with the pleasure
of my delight.
We grew up within a smile shortage and so
to even the scales, God gifted him with a smile
contagious and my Chris always found ways
to spread it.
Last year at twenty-nine, my baby left this earth
and for all the time that I am chained to this earth,
Novemberís days will black as coffee be, but coffee
will forever hold his smiling memory.
[This message has been edited by jellybeans (02-19-2004 09:23 AM).]