a big coffee pot always
perking on the back burner
pumping out the acidy
odor of fresh coffee
coffee poured into a
thermos – ready for the
night shift
always coffee on the
table at a restaurant
always coffee
the aroma of my childhood
I never liked coffee but
I miss my dad
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The aroma of childhood always lingers with scents of food ~ I like how it evoked the memories of your father with the coffee ~ Thanks for the personal share ~
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thank you
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This is soo touching.. thank you for being so open with your share.
Beautifully penned.
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thanks much!
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Thank you for this incredible sharing of that memory. How the smell reminds you of your dad. Precious memory.
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thanks!
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I like the way the repetition works here, winding down into that memory like a plume of steam.
My mother was never without a cup of coffee when I was younger… We still tease her about it.
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thanks for your comment đŸ™‚
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Wonderful thoughts on coffee, and coffee has always been a constant scent I love!
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thanks!
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Oh, Candy. That last line. What a beautiful lead-in.
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thanks De!
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I love how you connect the smell of coffee to your Dad. And you’re right about how prevalent coffee is in our lives…it’s everywhere. I’m sorry for your loss of him, Candy.
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thanks!
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I wondered who would write about coffee đŸ˜‰ Memories go way back in our family as no one was known to turn down a cup of coffee. For it to remind you specifically of your dad is kink of sad.
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Those last two lines made the whole poem… Coffee is a smell that can take you to many places.
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I also associate my dad with the smell of coffee – his morning ritual. The repetition of the word works very well here, pure caffeinated energy – and then that killer last line!
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thanks!
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Really evocative. I understand this really…such strong associations! And when I came to the end of your poem I gulped. Sad, poignant, and so well written!
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thanks so much
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I feel that way about my mom’s iced tea with lemon
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Oh now.. M
God.. i hate
cigarettes too
but OMG..
even
though
he didn’t
talk.. Dad
sure looked
cool.. lighting
up his cigarette..
as 007.. yes.. his
role.. law enforcement
too.. embers bright iN
coals of him.. sticks
of smoke.. so
menthol cool..:)
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oh those memories of dads – thanks for sharing yours too
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Smiles.. Happy New Year and you’re welcome friend..:)
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That last line…wow! I thought you were going somewhere sise with your piece, but then you gave a powerful twist. Excellent write!
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thanks very much!
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Very cool path you took me down to your dad via coffee and your poem. I liked your poem!
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thanks much!
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Short and so moving.
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thanks!
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That’s so moving at the end and I almost think you like coffee!
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thanks – and I’m strictly tea đŸ˜‰
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