Ode To A Mug

This is a poem about a cup that a dear friend of ours gave to me after we talked about Emma, Downton Abbey, and North and South.

"O Masterpiece Theatre cup 

with your shining, oblique white porcelain interior 

many a beverage have your spacious walls encircled 

Steaming, fragrant tea 

hot chocolate towering with whipped cream 

they all last through a sonata

ten book pages

twelve knitted rounds on a sweater's arm 

they do not go cold in my absence

you are like an old friend

we take care of each other

you and I

and you sit dutifully on the table 

the chair arm

the porch floor

Just waiting 

a small warmth  

for a cold day."