Coffee: A Love Poem

The hot coffee that you make,
smooth and rich and bittersweet too,
gently helps me wake.

You scoop grounds with a steady hand (but oh! mine quake),
each night to say good morning and to
gently help me wake.

You press a well worn auto-brew button for my sake,
an asynchronous “I love you,” through
the hot coffee that you make.

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Laura Khoudari

Laura Khoudari

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Trauma-informed personal trainer and author of Lifting Heavy Things.