Monday, October 22, 2018

Coffee


Coffee


I lived in southern Louisiana and my aunt was in northern Illinois.
 My aunt, we called her Sis, loved coffee.
 By chance I called her on Saturday morning when
 she was sitting on the front porch having a cup of coffee.
 From then on, we had coffee on Saturday mornings. 
My aunt has been gone for a few years but when I can, 
I take my cup of coffee and sit on the porch. 
She may not be here but her memory is never closer than at those moments.

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