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.