Sunday, November 29, 2009


I hold the steamy liquid housed in my favorite cup
of rough clay. An unseemly mug that lists to the
left and has no rhyme or reason to design. It does
fit snugly in my hands on nippy mornings, gives
me comfort in its non conformity, feels in sync
to these knarled fingers and this bent frame.

Judy Roney
November 27, 2009

1 comment:

Mary said...

Interesting that you have a favorite cup, Judy. I too have a few favorites. One of them is the Bruegger cup I got in North Carolina. It holds such a lot of steamy brew...and holds good memories as well as coffee.