While it looks like an ordinary coffee mug,
Each time I use it, I step inside a time machine.
Starting with the first sip of rich, steaming liquid,
The floodgates open, letting in more than the brew.
Memories seep through my veins
One after another, until I nearly drown in
Recollections sweet, strong and palpable.
Every swallow brings back the aroma and flavor
Lingering in my senses long after we came home.
Absolute contentment flows through my body.
No bitter aftertaste spoils the effect.
Drinking cups full of golden moments refreshes me.
© Susan Schoeffield
Based on a prompt from The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice: “Acrostic Place” to write a poem about an object you purchased on a trip. Each line begins with a successive letter from the name of the place where you bought the item. My poem relates to Westmoreland State Park in Virginia.