Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Coffee Mug

The mug was cheap,
but I gave it with love,
Using my allowance.
Hoping at Christmas when the paper was torn,
you would be happy.
Unfounded fears.
Michigan State’s green and white,
and no one cheered louder than you.

Holding it,
memories stack like Petoskey stones
on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Rush Limbaugh, Don Ho’s Tiny Bubbles,
and your ranting about the goddamn democrats
with a sparkle in your eye,
Sipping your coffee black.

The brilliance of Christmas
green and white diminished this year.
You had to go,
but I wish
we had time
for one last cup.

In Memory of William W.Gotshall.

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