For three
days, the rain has softly stayed,
Veiling
skies in a dark shade.
The air
is damp, the wind wears chill,
And coffee cups with family pics begin to fill.
Steam
rises like a whispered tale,
Of warmer
times in sunlit trails.
Each mug
is a frame from days gone by,
Love and laughter frozen, spirits high.
Faces beam
from ceramic gloss,
Moments
held without time’s loss.
Family,
friends in printed cheer,
Now warming hands when they’re not near.
These mugs
don’t just hold caffeine,
They
cradle echoes in between.
A sip, a
smile, a thought of then,
Hope we
all soon meet again.
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