Ode To A Cup Of Apple Cider.

APPLE CIDER

For I shall never see ~

A sight as beautiful as thee ~

Steaming and floating freely ~

In a mug meant for coffee ~

So sweet sweetly sweetly

Your home shall alway be

Resting ever so gently

Exquisitely

Atop my right knee…

(I’m going through a 1/2 gallon of this stuff a week now!)

And for those of you who might be feeling miffed that my Ode hasn’t touched you deeply – I never suggested, not once, that I could write poetry. K? I was just having a moment.

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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