Originally posted February, 2014

A Poem by Christine m. Foster

“I met a man” she said.
“A man from my past” she added.

And although he couldn’t muster
a lasting interest in her –
she did instill a love for a coffee blend that promised “to raise the dead when served in bed.”

She felt, at least,
she had accomplished something good.

About the Author

Short Bio: Born in Carmel, California
Status: A single Baby Boomer
Living in a cabin in the boondocks in the USA
Has lived in eight states and two countries, loves road trips and writes for hire.
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