Mostly True Memoirs
I Found it!
I found it!
I thought it was lost, and I was very sad.
It’s an old, beat-up, once-red-but-now-pink travel mug.
It belonged to my mother.
I’ve had my breakfast coffee out of it every day since she passed away.
It’s been over a dozen years.
And then, one day recently, that cup just up and disappeared.
I’ve tried several alternate coffee cups.
None have been quite right.
Today my prodigal cup has returned.
I made a special pot of coffee to celebrate.
Hello, old friend, it’s great to see you!