SHE dragged herself to the kitchen,
for it was not an easy task.
And neither was making coffee for one.
The kettle whistled, she woke from a trance
And the coffee was done just like that.
There was enough sugar for resentment,
and creamer to cloud its contempt.
But upon bringing the mug to her lips
its bitter taste had her recall,
the cocoa powder on the shelf.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
SHE dragged herself to the kitchen,
for it was not an easy task.
And neither was making coffee for one.
The kettle whistled, she woke from a trance
And the coffee was done just like that.
There was enough sugar for resentment,
and creamer to cloud its contempt.
But upon bringing the mug to her lips
its bitter taste had her recall,
the cocoa powder on the shelf.
The first poem I ever wrote for my university's paper--The Varsitarian