I don't drink coffee.
At least not regularly
I remember
After five days in Italy.
I'd been swept away
Seduced
By caffè freddo
Served in stylish glasses
In chic cafes.
Once a day
I desired
A touch of sophistication
With my husband
While the kids ate ice-cream.
But I don't drink coffee.
At least not regularly
I remember NOW
With pain in my head and nausea rising.
I remember this feeling
As I gave up coffee
Ceremoniously
When we first started trying to get pregnant.
Just a decision I made
Ten years ago
That stuck through three pregnancies, births and years of breastfeeding.
How did I forget
That I'm not who I was?
Take the lead, my love
Decide who presses the lift buttons
And who sits next to me, and you.
I'm recovering
Remembering
I've changed.
I'm the mom who I became.
And yes
I'll take Lemon Granita!
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