Coffee and Me

I have
always loved
coffee.
The smell.
the taste
As a little
girl
my father
would ask
me to get
his coffee.
He drank
it all day
and smoked.
I hated
the smell
of his cigarettes
but loved
the
smell
of his coffee.
He drank coffee
all day
long
so
I would have
to get him
cups
all day
long.
like a
servant.
I did not
mind.
It was
the only time
that I would
be able
to talk
to my
father.
he would
be so
happy
to see
his
coffee
that
he would
speak to
me
so kind.
Not because
he loved
me,
but because
he wanted
his coffee.
I knew this
but
it was the
only
way
he would
talk to
me.
I guess
drinking
coffee
became my way
of building
a relationship
with
the first
man
in my life.
my father.
older
now, I love
coffee.
For Many reasons.
But the smell
brings
me some
calmness.
When
my love
told me
he liked
the smell
of coffee
because
it reminded
him of me, it
made
me
smile.
because I
understand
why.
He loves me.
but for
me,
Its
because
it was
the only thing
that tied
me and
my father
together.
He was
ugly
and did
so many
bad
things
to me.
But
when
I smell
coffee,
I remember
those
few moments
when
my father
liked me.
not loved,
but liked
me.
Its
all
I have.
My father
coffee
and
Me.