Freshly brewed coffee
Wafting on the breeze,
Bring comfort to me
On winter days like these.
Its pungent strong aroma
Stirs memory within,
Of days when I would sit down
And have coffee with him.

Wed spend a quiet interlude
And share our innermost thoughts,
A smile, a glance a hug
Such memories are brought.
Coffee, cream and sugar,
The clink of a silver spoon.
I remember oh so clearly
Him telling me to reach for the moon.

An hour spent in conversation,
Discussing the latest news,
It always brought great interest
To hear about his views.
Hes gone and my life is changed
But I will always be glad
For the days when I sat down
And had coffee with my Dad.

Linda J. Vaughan

June 2007

The Pages of Avalon

The music on this page is
"The Leaving of Liverpool"-
My Father sailed from Liverpool many times.