IN MEMORIAM

You were always there; my first contact each morning, and my last every night. You never let me down, no matter the hour. In the coldest nights of winter you never failed to warm me.

            I knew you were declining. Still, you hung on long after your body was worn-out, because your going would cause me distress. Even as your joints atrophied, you continued to answer my demands.

            Now, you’re gone. Your fractured ass could no longer bear the heat, and I have to learn to make it without you – my coffee, that is.

            I’ll miss you. I love you, Old Black Kettle.