One STEAMING cup of COFFEE and MAMA

let me know what do u think

 

One steaming cup of Coffee and Mama:

 

Mama...

I miss those days of youth....

When we both shared our thoughts over a cup of coffee...

Coffee and YOU...

Had...Ever since

...been inseparable for me...

I grew up, started my own family and moved away from your shelter of love...

But coffee and YOU remained an integral part of me and my life...

Like the flavourful vapours from coffee, you soothe my soul inside out...

Like the aroma of a piping hot cup...YOU stand by me spreading the aroma of your strong morale...

Like a comforting cup of coffee, YOU are always around me...engulfing and protecting me...

Like the anticipation of an invigorating experience with one cup of coffee every morning, YOU instil in me the sense of adventure...

With each and every sip, I see you, feel your presence and adore your personality as a woman and as My Mama

How I wish I was like you...

How I wish I could embed that daring nature of yours inside my soul...along with the strong cup of coffee you unfailingly prepared for me every morning...

I wish I had that electricity, that energy, that strength to define truth...and to stand by it, no matter what...

How I wish I had that soulful flavour and aroma once again...that ignited the desire to appreciate ‘myself’...

I wish I had that great sense of humour...which would help me laugh at my own self and feel lighter...

Mama, let’s get a cup of coffee and meet in dreams...

Help me make my coffee better, Mama!

Please stir in your enthusiasm, add some sweetness of your sparkling laughter...

Modify mine with your humble and soft yet tough spirit...

And make it tempting by stirring in amusement and exploration...

Reconstitute mine with your dazzling persona...

Surprise me with your warm embrace...

Let’s go together hand in hand in the journey called “life”...

 

Teach me to discover myself every day, harness my potential everyday...

Teach me to indulge myself as a human...without the sharp pangs of accompanied guilt...

Ignite the sweet music of self less love inside me like a nice warm cup of coffee...

 

Let’s have a session of “hot” gossip over a steaming hot cup of coffee...

Let’s steal some moments of “togetherness” from life...

Come mama, come with me...

Let's celebrate "life"...in the amazing world of aroma, love, warmth, adventure, music, gossip, flavour, humour...

...With "A cup of fresh and honest coffee"...

GOD CANNOT BE EVERYWHERE AND SO HE CREATED "MOTHER" FOR EVERY CHILD...

 

Author's Note

from someone who just expresses herself...i write just for expressing

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

I love it, and your Mama, the good memories are to be cherish, the sad ones are to learn from, a wonderful write, In one of my poem, I wrote, mind, heart, Soul and emotions may create the magic, you are in your poems, keep the flowing, they are feel good poems, we need them so badly. Thank you my friend for sharing them with us. Good Bless you.
Hugs....Annie

[ajasminewallflower]

This was so sweet. When I was reading this, I was automatically thinking about my mother and what we do instead of have coffee is that we make homemade tortillas together. I thoguht it was absolutly endearing and makes me feeling like my heart is warmed like the cup of tea in my hand as I'm typing and reading your wonderful writing. I always think of my mother as a protector of not only us but herself to. She has such a fighting spirit in her and so strong in a way I don't think that I can ever be. She is my mom, sister and my best friend...She just happens to be 25 years older than me...Thanks for putting this out there.

[Life Calling!!!]

Thanks for the review, and thanks for such a wonderful piece! I have a feeling you are a south indian....as am I, for your references to coffee in such a way mean nothing but that, to me atleast.....Beautiful work....and lovely emotions.....this is a really touching piece that flows from the heart and touches the heart....

God Bless!

[Ellen Hammond]

Very expressive write. Your mother must feel so blessed by you and your appreciation of her.

Blessings,
Ellen

[Becca]

Oh wow, I found myself tearing up a little at this! It makes me kind of sad that I don't have this kind of relationship with my own mother. I can just feel the emotion in it and how Mama is such a heroine to you/the narrator.

"...the aroma of your strong morale." That's the first line that made me really get into this.

"How I wish I could embed that daring nature of yours inside my soul..." and this line, it's where it really starts to get emotional and strong. I love that.

"Teach me to discover myself every day, harness my potential everyday..." Oh and this line, too! I really can't decide which of these would by my favorite line, but this was just such a wonderful poem!

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As expression, this is fantastic. I love the imagery that my mind creates of you, making that cup of coffee, and sipping it, and enjoying it, but... tasting the slight difference between yours and your mama's. I love that this leads you down a path of how a cup of coffee could make you the same, strong woman your mother is.

If you're interested at all in revision of this, I have a few suggestions following, and if you're not, stop here.
You use the word "reconstitute" at one point in relation to the coffee and, for me, that word just seems to not quite fit. Coffee is something dazzling and complicated, yet on the surface, very simple and will all the greatness you want to achieve out of this cup, the coffee (as in the cup) imagery and description should retain that idea of simple. Let the adventure the cup of coffee takes you on be as dazzling and complicated as it wants to be. Its working.

I love all the similes you used between the coffee and your mother and the traits you wish you had ... but just another "trip-up" word was the aroma of a strong morale... does morale smell? I feel like morale would more taste, have a tangible punch in the mouth and trickle hot down your throat.

I hope this helps. This is an awesome bit of expression and I wish more people were just as free with thier language as you are.

[Mark]

Your writing IS very expressive, and for that I congratulate you, but PLEASE do away with the emoticons and the excessive capitalization! As a poet, your job is to convey emotions with WORDS and rhythm, not bits and subroutines!
I did enjoy this poem. It reminded me of one I had written years ago, Called "Tuesday Woos" (not yet posted to this site): "...pretend I'm the Coffee/ You'll sip in awhile/ Sweet enough, hot enough/ Creamy yet stout/ And ready to warm you/ From the inside out!" Your images of your mother filling your life, as well as your cup, with strength and sweetness, as her memory embraces you as "a flavorful vapor", and an "invigorating experience" are very strong...no pun intended!

[Honeypot]

Oh, I remember this one! Did you ever share it with your mom? I bet she loved it if you did. This is a wonderful poem written with love and admiration. Your feelings for your mother bubble out in a truly wonderful way. This poem is very memorable. You did a fabulous job Prati!

[Vaishali..^_^]

wow..!very beautifully written...
great work..!
love it..!

[~angelalala~]

o i love this poem. being so close with my mother, this brings tears to my eyes "How I wish I had that soulful flavour and aroma once again...that ignited the desire to appreciate 'myself'" love these lines. i love how you incorporate coffee and your mother, with almost every sentence. i can almost smell the coffee brewing right now. a beautiful write, amazing imagery.