Waking Up Is Hard To Do

I am not a coffee drinker. My go-to hot drink is tea-Earl Grey or a Breakfast Blend- with milk and a small spoonful of sugar. Every day I look forward to sitting down with my cup and the scent of morning rising from the steaming surface. There’s nothing like that first sip swimming over your tongue and trickling down your parched throat-the morning oasis after the night’s desert.

But then, Big Son took a vacation to Ann Arbor and Ohio in early June and he came back with a new-found love for French Vanilla coffee. This led to a request from him for some of his own. I traipsed to the store but wasn’t sure of the brand he wanted so I picked Folgers French Vanilla and this box of Folgers French Vanilla Cappuccino. I brought them home and *parenting win* I got it right with the first one, not the cappuccino but he gamely tried it and liked it. BUT THEN…I got a whiff of it. I swear the scent followed me all over the house for the rest of the day and would not leave me alone. It broke me down. Ok, I thought, I’ll give it a go. And I did…

I now have two boxes of Folgers French Vanilla Cappuccino sitting next to my kettle and teapot.

And I wrote a poem about it. (So shameless.)

I may need professional help.

What’s your favorite morning wake-up drink?

xo Jesi


“The Best Part of Waking Up”

By Jesi Scott


It’s the anticipation of that first sip,

-The prelude to the sun rising in my blood

awakening bones, sinews, and muscles-

that forces my shuffling feet and groggy yawns

into the kitchen to begin my daily routine with my elixir of life

-water poured into the kettle put on the heating-up burner

while my cup waits, beseeching me for the treasure that’s coming-

My sleep-fogged brain refuses to acknowledge my existence for as we

wait for the high-pitched signal that beckons my attention

-pour the freaked out screaming kettle so it will shut up-

And now we wait longer

-the comforting “good morning” scent teases my taste buds-

for that just-right moment when the rich, dark liquid will

be hot-enough-without-tongue-scalding-blistering perfect

Steam rises from my cup as I lift it carefully

-don’t spill a single precious drop;

that home-in-mug aroma nearly makes me faint-

Gently, oh so delicately, I tease the cup edge to my lips

testing the waters before diving in

-the merest sip slips over my tongue-

And then…


Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

4 Replies to “Waking Up Is Hard To Do

  1. No, you don’t need professional help, just coffee (with a side order of tea? Why not?) – Mine is “Italian Espresso Roast” (roasted dark black, but not bitter like Starbucks’) bought on line from a roaster in NY, created, they say, to satisfy the old Italian men in the neighborhood who wanted it “just like at home in Rome”. I do it half decaff (As much of it as I drink, I’d be bouncing off the cieling with full caffeine.) I do it in a Mr. Coffee Espresso machine and take it straight.

  2. Sounds good!

    I go for Earl Grey (black), or just water. I used to have coffee sometimes at weekends, back when I had a hob stove which I could put the coffee pot on. Alas, no more. I used LavAzza espresso. By the mug 😉 (black, with a pinch of salt to take the bitterness out, like the Italians do)

    1. Hi Kristi! Nice to see you over here :=)
      Vanilla makes almost everything taste better! Though, I must admit, Peppermint Mocha creamer is one of my downfalls.

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