Spoon, Pot, and Cup.

Every morning my wife and I
would slide from our bed,
and shuffle down to the kitchen
like the walking dead.

Sitting there on the counter,
waiting to be filled,
would sit two empty coffee cups,
looking very unthrilled.

For they sat there for hours,
waiting to be used.
Put out by my wife’s mom,
while we both snoozed.

A shiny spoon lay by each cup,
sparkling and clean,
and a coffee pot on the stove,
completed the scene.

Perhaps mom some how thought,
this was her task.
So she did her work late at night,
without being asked.

Later in life, mom could no longer
walk in the night,
and I was sad every morn, when no cups
would greet my sight.

But I know now that my wife’s mom
has taken that trip up,
The good Lord awakens every day
to see spoon, pot, and cup.

By AFS