in white ceramic mug.
Milk swirled into dark coffee 'til
colour of a manilla envelope
It was only ice tea in the summer
in a tall blue aluminum glass,
Ice, crushed by kids, packed to the edge,
tasty tea filled the glass to the brim.
Despite the aging of daddy,
those preferences always remained.
Memories polished with time’s grainy edge,
become clearer as we age on our own.
And through passage of life ~ memories,
like Dad’s preferences, remain.
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”
~ William Gibson
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