Coffee is served, along with toast,
think of the times I miss the most.
Search for a spread, find thoughts instead,
cycles of life run through my head.
Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten this life, brightens each day.
Enhances skills, fill with great thrills,
help as hopes climb wavering hills.
Retrace the stage of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, slips to then swerve.
Watch all strife pause, no need or cause,
stand high and tall, inner applause.
Remembrance comes from berry jam,
anchored my mind, before it swam.
Dust off past fails so great dreams sail,
teaches sad hearts how to prevail.
Echoes of times formed with jelly,
candied moments always ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
releases doubts so trust belongs.
Beautiful views makes me feel bright,
smile as breakfast provides insight.
Sit on my seat, read as I eat,
lessons once gained, can taste so sweet.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy