Coffee to Tea
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| Michael's Coffee Hop |
Let me count the ways?
I love thee to the stench of breath you bring
My soul can wake, when ingesting caffeine
For the end of brewing and ideal taste.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by gurgle, cough, and spit.
I love thee freely, or for dollars a cup;
I love thee purely, black, straight up.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my early hours, eyes stubborn to wake.
I love thee with a love I will never lose
With my saints, I love thee with bad breath,
Colombian, Mocha, or Java- if God chooses,
I shall share a cup better after death.
Yes. Coffee is special to me. Just the aroma stirs special memories.
Every day at 6:30 AM my dad left for work. Five days a week for over thirty years, my dad went to a job he hated because he had five kids...and that's just what dad's did.
When I was a little girl, I'd meet him dad at the front door so he could pick me up and give me a hug. As I got older (and heavier!) I'd meet him instead with a cup of joe.
I later realized I was a HORRIBLE coffee maker, but he never complained. I got a head pat and a "thank you baby". Then he would settle down in his chair with his newspaper and choked down my cup of love.
One of my saddest, reality smacks to the face was when Dad's cancer treatments made coffee a stomach saboteur. He couldn't drink it anymore because it made him feel sick. But in typical Dad fashion, he simply said, "Not to worry. I'll take a cup of tea."
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| My dad, Ken. Always was the most special guy. |
Hi, Elizabeth.... I am so glad this was the first entry I read. LOVELY tribute to your dad! I got all choked. I wrote about my mom.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the poem. Very clever and amusing. WE are off to a GREAT HOP!
Thanks SOOOOO much for participating!
Have a great weekend. And don't forget to drop by on Monday to see who gets the COLOMBIAN ELIXIR OF LIFE .... LOL.
I am just getting around to reading them. What a great idea you had Michael!
DeleteAww! Sounds like your dad was an awesome man!
ReplyDeleteHe was! :)
DeleteTEARS.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth...this was beautiful. The poem was cute and snarky (and quite enjoyable), the tribute a delight.
A pure pleasure to read this morning over my cup of coffee.
M.L. Swift, Writer
Thanks Michael. We all have somebody we miss, but I guess that makes us appreciate the people we still have!
DeleteYou were a good daughter. Lousy coffee maker, but a great daughter.
ReplyDeleteTrue on both counts!
DeleteWhat a special father and you were a devoted a little girl. Such a sweet post.
ReplyDeleteYes he was and I tried to be a good daughter :)
DeleteOh, what a sweet story. He sounds like a wonderful dad. :)
ReplyDeleteYes he was...I had the best!
DeleteGreat post! No one makes coffee like my Dad. He uses one of those old stove top percolators and no matter what I do or how I do it, my coffee never tastes the same. :)
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother always used one of those and it was some of the best coffee. They can be hard to find now.
DeleteHi, Elizabeth. What a wonderful tribute to your dad.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susanne :)
DeleteBeautiful post Elizabeth. And I am a coffee lover because of my Dad too. Just the smell of it brewing reminds me of him.
ReplyDeleteI agree. I love to smell it brewing. So many of my favorite people have shared that love. That smell is better than pictures to bring back memories.
DeleteGot me all choked up with this post…yes, coffee and dad - special memories indeed!
ReplyDeleteI agree :)
DeleteSuch wonderful memories. Thank you for sharing Liz and this hop is a nice one.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure! And yes, Michael came up with a good idea :)
DeleteMy parents drank it all the time, but me, tried it a few times and blah, so no coffee for me.
ReplyDeleteMy husband hates it too. Loves the smell, hates the flavor. I learned to like the flavor after working a few years...coffee was always free and I was always broke!
DeleteCoffee makes me feel sick, too. Can't even drink decaf anymore. I can have tea, though. Love my Yerba in the morning.
ReplyDeleteCoffee can be hard on the stomach evidently. I love my tea too. I'm an equal opportunity drinker ;)
DeleteElizabeth, remarkable poem and tribute to your dad.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cathrina!
DeleteI do like my coffee, but I have met a few I didn't like. I like tea as well. Such a nice dad, with a lovely daughter who just wanted to make his day a bit nicer. Enjoyed your post!
ReplyDeleteHe had five kids...the man deserved a break every now and then! I have had some horrible cups of coffee...usually made by myself!
DeleteI'm sure your father appreciated the thought if not the effort.
ReplyDeleteI think he did. He was a pretty easy guy to please.
DeleteWhat a wonderful dad!
ReplyDeleteI agree Lee!
DeleteWow. lots of this hop posts made me laugh but you choked me up. Dads are special.
ReplyDeleteOh no, I hate to be a downer...but as long as other people made you laugh, it's good, right?
DeleteI like French Vanilla creamer with a tiny bit of coffee :)
ReplyDeleteI once decided to bring my dad breakfast in bed, which consisted of two poptarts and a beer. He still says it's the best breakfast he's ever had. Dads are great!!
That's awesome! You win as best daughter ever!
DeleteLovely story. What a kind dad, and a wonderful daughter. Thanks for making me smile!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome :)
DeleteHi Elizabeth,
ReplyDeleteYour dad, what a marvel. This was a bitter sweet posting. And no reference to your coffee making.
Take care, Elizabeth.
Gary
I've gotten better at the coffee Gary. I got some tips from some master coffee makers!
DeleteAw, what a great guy. My dad's always drank coffee too. It's one of those things we share a love of. Smiles for your dad!
ReplyDeleteIt is a tasty way to bond Pk!
DeleteYour dad sounds lovely. I realised only recently that I'm not very good at making coffee either - Hubby had to teach me!
ReplyDeleteOh no! I never let mine teach me anything. I just tell him he's the master at it and let him make me coffee! LOL. I am so lazy.
DeleteYou sound like a very thoughtful daughter to meet him at the door every day.
ReplyDeleteIt didn't start as a noble endeavor. He used to bring me candy stashed in his lunch box.
DeleteAh. That was absolutely wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brinda :)
DeleteAww, what great memories. I keep trying to like tea, but I can't do it. Coffee all the way!
ReplyDeleteI like both, but I drink more tea because my husband doesn't like coffee.
DeleteThat's really sweet. I've been a coffee drinker since I was little because my mom worked nights and let it there. I also love tea.
ReplyDeleteI like them both too. My dad started drinking coffee as a very young boy (about 8) because his dad was a postal carrier and would leave for work early and the coffee would be hot and ready when dad woke, so he drank it. He said my grandma always told him it would stunt his growth, but he was over 6 foot, so I don't think it hurt.
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