A cup of coffee

Not all things are living
Happy, sad or even upbringing
This is something special to me, not everyone can use
Some people hate them, say nothing but abuse

The process is a ritual I follow every day
I am one of the few people who start their day this way
The capsule holds the secret of what is about to come
And once its jackets open the aroma fills my home

I choose my cup with knowledge
And fill it to the edge
The worming liquid soothes me
My senses filled with glee

The water pushes forward, the tiny grains inside
Like sand upon the beach that has been washed up by the tide
It now needs something special to make it feel complete
The frothy milky mixture is added to this treat

I hold it in my grasp, the cup so warm and heavy
It needs a little dressing to complete this tasty “Bevy”
I sprinkle on the chocolate to sweeten up the taste
I carry it very carefully, ensuring there's no waste

I take it to my mother, she deserves the very best
I hope I made it well and that it pasts the test
A cup of coffee...