By Maryanne Frederick
Ah, the blue cornflower on white
Corning ware pot brings me back
To chilly mornings, the smell of
Coffee and Mom with breakfast.
I was too young to drink it,
But when I listened to the percolating pot–
All was right with the world.
You can hear that now,
In mp3 and mp4 formats.
But why would we want to?
Will we wax poetic over the
Sound of espressos or is it our
Mothers we miss and, knowing that
All was right with the world?
Percolating Dreams was inspired by my fondest memory of coffee.