One More Cup of Coffee

Oh how I wish that I could hear
My mother’s voice, so loud and clear.

Mijo, can you make me one more cup of coffee,
Please put some sugar and some cream,
So when I go to bed, I’ll soon begin to dream.
And Son, I often wonder why,
In my dreams, I often cry of times that have gone by.
Times of fun and times of pleasure,
Of times I will always treasure.
It seems like only yesterday, you all were very young,
All of you were different, but I loved you all the same.
Sonny “El Prietito,” Bobby “El Guerito,” Ruben “El Gordito,” y Sylvia “La Cabesudita.”
My mind also takes me back to the husband I once had,
The man I loved, a man so strong, the may you all called “Dad.”
Your dad is gone but not forgotten, and when I leave
This world behind and join your father up above,
I know you’ll remember and never forget,
The words often spoken before going to bed…”One More Cup of Coffee.”

I wrote this poem
on December 13, 2022
In Memory of My Mom
Robert Robles, Sr.