I never met her though she met me,
She assisted my first breaths into life
Until my first smiles, then sadly departed
Leaving mama in solitude and gloom,
Finding relief, as she will later tell me,
Solely following the motion of my wobbly face,
Staring at me in reverie, big brown eyes
Looked back at her in awe, unknowing
How much I would learn to love her
And how much she did since day one.
My mother loved her mother dearly
Through ups and downs always,
I love my mother dearly, no matter what,
Hope my kids will love me as much!
Last year she gave me grandma’s coffee cup,
I stored it on a shelf omitting to use it
To keep it safe, a treasure, a legacy.
Today I glanced upon it with new intentions
Tantalised and hesitant as coffee brewed,
Scents instigating an inspiring transgression
As I write these words sipping my favourite
Drink from my grandma’s floral cup posing
My lips where once set hers.
[Featured photo: My grandma’s coffee cup]