There you are,
Sweet child,
Drinking your morning
Coffee. Cream no
Sugar, you used
The same mug
Every morning
(Except for those
Mornings you met
Your friends at
The shop - I
Can see you -
Your broad shoulders
Caving in
Towards the center
Of things not
Unlike my shoulders
While I weep -
Laughing. God knows
I know there
Is nothing
Like sharing coffee
With friends, those
White paper cups
Flags of freedom;
I can see
The shop owner,
Too greeting
You with those
Big eyes that
You did not
Shy away from
Because you knew
Truth when you
Saw it -
And you knew
Why the coffee
Tasted better under
The awnings of
The shop - like
Wings of
freedom.)
