A CUP OF TIME...
I sat outside, the trees nearly bare before
me...as my eyes fixed on a leaf of autumn
as it skidded along the concrete walkway.
I sipped the hot brew from the container
cupped between my hands. Memories
from time past, like waves on a beach...
flooded over me. Children scattered to
the far places of the earth and a wife long
since removed to the great abyss.
Another sip of the comforting liquid...memories
of happier times...the distant echoed laughter
from loved ones...and against the slate gray
sky, pictures of precious memories floating
in the drifting clouds.
Ahhhhh, this brew, this cup of time returns so
many memories...so much happiness and yes
the inevitable sorrows of life.
As I emptied the hot brew, it seemed the memories
ceased. Is it possible...without my brew in this
cup of memories...that now memories are not?
I reflected on that possibility. No...I would not
let that happen, for tomorrow I shall return yet
again...with my cup of time...to recall
that which I hold so dear.
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
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