Coffee Scent

All my coffee-scented mornings
Butter toasts served lavishly
And your lovely smile.

You were so young.
But since when did you become so old?
My pretty mother.

All the hurts I gave you.
Sleepless nights you say.
Yet you forgive me each morning.

Like a fading flower,
Time flows like a river.
I regret I did not love you
The way you did for me unconditionally.