To my mug, warm in my hands–
You whisk me off to distant lands
Tea or coffee, hot or cold
Our partnership is something old
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Every day I hold you tight
To mark the ending of the night
And send my body off to sleep
The gentlest flowers I do steep
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Tea from England, sip by sip
A memoir of my latest trip
Then beans from all around the world
The wet rainforest, taste unfurled
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At times, you’ve been my closest friend.
From dawn’s first light and back again
You ground me in the palm of day.
This ritual is how I pray
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Not really one to meditate,
With you, I find my truest state
So to my latest mug of tea:
I may hold you, but you hold me
About the Creator
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Comments (6)
A warm ode! I really like your references to the beans and “memoirs of my latest trip”.. I’m sentimental like that. Makes me wanna get a good mug! 😀 🍵
Aww… this was super cute and enjoyable to read ❤️✨
Aww the last line is so sublime. I have a cup that I just just sit and look at for the message on it. I truly get the mug love, hot cocoa is my thing.
"The best part of waking up...," or rainstorms or snowstorms or dreary days or lonely days. Make it hot chocolate or tea & I'm completely on board, Joelle.
This is great. Cheers ☕️
Ahh, the trusty mug of pleasure. Excellent, relatable poem.