The strength that comes
in little sips from her
coffee cup all stained and chipped.
Lasts less than the lengths
this morning has placed
before her in biscotti and scones.
Cranberry-orange triangles
of sweetly dipped and
now caffeinated morsels
ought to be chewed, then eschewed
and quietly complete with the
last setting of cup and sup.
But these scones! and
biscotti abundant lay
scattered and piled on
crooked plates and scattered settings.
And her coffee is gone
all stained and chipped
she enters once more
this length of day
looking once more to
tomorrow’s cup and
little sips of strength
and joy.