musing #6

Coffee Maker

She sets me on her counter, off towards the side

With plenty of room for my lid to open wide.

She flips through my manual and rinses my parts,

Reassembles me and presses the button to start.

She releases my lid to reveal a slot

For placing a carefully selected pod.

Closing my lid, she waits for a spell,

And knows her cup is ready by the alluring smell.

Tasting the brew waltzing upon her senses,

She made another for her love saying he simply couldn’t miss this.

Who knew that very brew would captivate him too,

So she makes him one every morning without further ado.

Right before work or her time study,

She brews a drink as an emotional support buddy.

Caffeine for the morning, decaf at night,

There is never a time a mug isn’t in sight.

What started with one cup turned to two,

Until two became three and then a few.

One for her parents, one for her in-laws,

Each who enjoys a cup savors in awe.

With each creation she shares among friends,

She bestows her heart which warms their hands.

As it awakens their spirit, the soul throughout,

They proclaim her coffee is the best without a doubt.

Smiling as always she gestures over to me,

“Not sure I could’ve done it without my trusty machine.”