Best Mom by Lois Perch Villemaire

Standing in front of the kitchen cabinet,

On the shelf with many mugs,

I pick the one that says

“Best Mom”

The one with a colorful bloom.

It’s not mine, but

One I saved from my Mom’s 

House when we cleaned things out.

A thick ceramic mug,

Heavier than most,

Sturdy, I would say.

I place it on the Keurig 

And aroma blossoms,

Coffee drips in a slow steady stream,

With a whirling sound,

While steam rises.

I sip warm feelings of her,

Remembering what it was like 

To have Mom to talk with

About anything.

Now I have to think what

To say and to whom.

Funny thing, 

She never drank coffee,

Only hot tea in that mug.

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Lois Perch Villemaire lives in Annapolis, MD. Her poetry, flash fiction and memoir pieces have appeared in Potato Soup Journal, 101 Words, FewerThan500, The Drabble, Pen-in-Hand, Flora Fiction, North of Oxford, and Flash Frontier. Her work has appeared in anthologies published by Truth Serum Press. She blogs for annapolisdiscovered.com and annapoliswellnesshouse.org.