My Mug
John Zimmerman
There is a mug in my life. This mug holds a dear place in my heart. It was not picked up in the local Sunday market, nor it is one of those gifts given to you in which u are reluctant to accept. This mug may have silly colorful drawings of us--stick figures holding hands with the bright and beaming sun above our heads, but it is my mug, and will always be. This has been in my possession for as long as I can remember now... It seems as if it were only yesterday when my younger brother walked through the door with glee, holding this delicate creation with both hands. His sweet, innocent, little face looking up at me with those puppy eyes of his. I remember sipping from my mug for the first time and how the warmth of the coffee burned the roof of my mouth on a cold Sunday morning.