I do not recall which brand of coffee she liked best.
Nor do I remember whether she liked it with cream and sugar.
But I am certain that she liked it strong and hot; so hot in fact,
That she could not drink directly from the cup.
A new day had dawned, and it was time for the coffee.
With cup and saucer in hand, her morning moment had arrived.
Not a major historical event, but she was making a memory.
After filling the cup, she would slowly pour the steaming hot coffee,
Into the saucer. Then, she would gently blow, making it right for sipping.
Perhaps a common practice at the time, and unworthy of anybody’s attention.
But with wide-eyed interest in the sipping, a little boy watches and captures.
A ’magical moment’.
Grandma and the years have passed on, and I suspect that ‘Saucer Sipping’ no longer exits;
but the captured moment in my memory will never die.
No amount of time, nor changes in the culture of coffee,
Can ever erase the beautiful snapshot of one treasured moment.
I see a wide-eyed kid who has become a senior citizen.
I see the cup and coffee in hand, taking sips without a saucer.
And I still see grandma, happy and sipping her soothing hot coffee.
I see the cup, the saucer, the sipping, and the entire magical moment.