Another PIECE fell into PLACE, once she arrived at the farm where her mother had been born.

Georg’ann

There is nothing GRAND
about the cup I use each morning.
It’s not arty or sentimental.
Or at least it wasn’t.
It has a pleasing SHAPE,
comfortable in my hand
while holding an ample amount
of warm, foamy milk of some variety
mixed with lots of strong coffee.
This cup, and a single silver PLATE spoon,
have a particular PLACE
in the order of my morning.
Funny how objects can become companions.

Heather