Mornings With Grandma

I remember mornings with

My grandmother.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee

In a tin coffee pot

Percolating on the stove.

Not a mug

But a cup and saucer

Milk and sugar on the table

A piece of toast or a cookie

To dunk in the dainty cup

Talking about nothing

And everything

As the day started

At our kitchen table.