The scent of old wood
Mingling aromatic wonders
Of kopi and teh.
A deep breath of bursting aroma
Charring thick
Send tingles deep
Deep to the soul.
Of white bread marriage
With mellow saltiness
And passion sweetness
Forever balancing
Of two in love.
On marble firm and smooth
Sat on round of nostalgia
The tingling cold of marble
The comfy warm of kopi
How we need to enjoy
As how our surrounding gives.
At its ear your fingers fit
Slowly you bring it to your lips
To kopi you blow for sake of blowing
And sip with your eyes closed
Fulfilling your body with its warmth
Traveling through channels reviving you
And it always end well
Exhaling true enjoyment
Every step of the way.
From far I see
He blazed of whitish tucked singlet
Black pants held high up
With golden belt of yesteryear
Warn out through time
The best he wants to wear.
As wrinkles as his shirt is his forehead
Of so long providing for family
He is a man of hardship
Trembling while he walks to serve
But he never stop walking.
He is giving out happiness
With every cup he made
With blends of love
He once shared with his dearest.
He lays his tiredness and loneliness to within
Not to others which he loved
Which he welcomes with eyes of joy
And the most beautiful laugh.
With the always calming ‘Hoyyyy’
Within his heart he chanted gladness
For his mind saying
‘Here comes my love’.
Im always that little child
Who always run to you
For that warm embrace
I missed so much.
I’ll celebrate your life
Within myself I will
Within this lovely kopi shop I will.
In memories of grandpa.
BRAVOOO!!!!!! just love the way you expressed your the enriching missing towards your grandfather, and the way that you pictured out your memories in words. It's like you are sitting at a corner, sipping a cup of the home man-made coffee, with the traditional scent that you got used to, and within yourself, you are watching how the old man sweated and got his shirt wet for the brisk business, and how the warm smiles drew on his face. It is no doubt an amazing piece ya!! And the most surprisingly, the gentle missing, not so pathetic, but left the readers all a slight sense of happiness, and also sadness, together they made us to be drawn to the scene, together we are looking at the works of the old man. May you are blessed by your grandpa, who is watching on you above. May you be blessed, and be drenched in happiness, always.
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