Every day, a photograph, a poem. Years before Covid, one of our favorite places to eat was a small cafe just across the bridge. When we arrived, the servers would bring us these special mugs, our favorite. They would also change the music to soft rock of the 60s. I miss that. This photo pupped up in my memory photo on my iPad today, so a poem.
Favorite Cafe Mugs
Dining out for two;Sheri Edwards
our favorite mugs waiting
for coffee refilled.