Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The White Cup -- Poetry 2011
Residing in Grandma’s cottage
was my favorite little white cup;
nestled amongst Five & Dime cups,
diner mugs and other miscellaneous
receptacles, it stood out for its unique
shape and petite one-finger-handle.
Everyone had favorite dinnerware
that they claimed from the incredible
mismatched dishes stored in the china cabinet.
After she died, my mother couldn’t
release the cottage by real estate sale.
Purchasing it from her mother’s estate,
the little cup was officially mine but
my aunt claimed ownership rights too.
From that point forward the cup
traipsed back and forth across the yard
between my aunt’s cottage or mom’s cottage.
Filled with a beverage, one of us would simply
walk out with it in hand; only to have it make a return
trip another day filled with a beverage by the other.
Until my aunt passed over, the cup constantly
traveled filled and unfilled for many years.
Cradled with pointer finger through the handle,
the white cup refreshes steaming liquid memories…