The reminder

It’s so much more than a mug
Never did tea, nor coffee hit its rims
Or fall and swell in the bottom
And It did not sit with the others
But above them all on a white shelf
Instead of in a crowded cupboard
And how did it in silence take you
Back to the white houses and clear water beaches which were painted intricately on the front
The water more crystal clear than a crystal itself
Where the weather is warmer
And the food better

I don’t see the the mug anymore
Now probably covered in dust
And although never touched
Never sipped from
Never moved from its shelf
I miss the reminder
Of pasta, heated blankets
And Wednesday nights