The Cup Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.
The Cup
See my brother,
every single day.
Right here on my cup,
his picture will stay.
The cup was a gift
from Christmas 2007.
No greater gift,
could God have sent from heaven.
God must have known,
that it would not be long.
So, he left me a little something
to remember him long after he'd gone.
I think of my brother
every single day.
With every cup of coffee
he reaches out to say, 'Hey! '
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4/26/2024 12:30:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful words Lawerence. Hold on tight to the cup, and the memory. Both keep you connected.