A Morning’s Brew

In dawn's soft glow, I cradle warmth and steam, The cup of coffee whispers tales anew, Of youth's sweet laughter, woven in a dream, Where echoes of our friendship gently grew. Within the halls where mischief danced and soared, We shared our secrets beneath the sun’s embrace, And ladybugs adorned the chalkboard’s hoard, A fleeting grace painted on time’s quiet face. Each sip recalls those golden, carefree days, The joy in simple things, the world aglow; In every drop, a memory that stays, Reflecting life’s beauty, gentle and slow.