My Best Friend

When I was borne,

and times were rough.

My mother put it in my bottle.

That was my first, not my last,

heaven taste, called: coffee.

 

As a teenager, drunk

from a youthful party.

Hangover!

I took it strong and black, with no sugar,

to help me face the day.

 

When, grief and pain, invades,

and nothing can be done.

I take refuge, from this world,

within its sweet, caffeine aroma.

 

When life is at its peak.

Joy, peace and jubilation!

I splurge, without a fraction of regret.

Taking a refreshing cup or two.

 

I have shared everything,

with this special friend.

My highs, and lowest lows.

Failures, and great success.

Never will it judge, always only

comforts and support.

 

And when I pass,

to the great blue yonder.

I pray you fondly, remember me.

Stirring slowly, as you ponder,

Me, and my best friend, coffee. 

Author's Note

My BFF!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I have shared everything,

with this special friend.

My highs, and lowest lows.

Failures, and great success.

Never will it judge, always only

comforts and support."
I like that...:)

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thanks, and it is still a true reality of my life today.

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know...My pleasure...:)