A Letter From a Friend

A Letter From a Friend

Dear friend,

Can we talk?


Look, I know. You’re busy, I’m busy, we’re all busy.

But when you put me in this room and then leave me here, it makes me feel invisible. It makes me feel like…well, like you forgot about me.

Did you forget about me?

One minute I’m holding your hand and the next I find you slamming the door behind you.

I’m just confused, I guess.

You know, when you leave me alone here… it’s not all bad at first.

You leave the light on for me and you keep me warm. I like that. It makes me feel loved.

But then, after a little while, the light fades and I’m just left sitting here alone… getting cold… waiting for you to notice me.

I want to yell out to you, to try to get your attention. But I can’t.

I can see you pass by through the window, but you’re always headed somewhere else.

Somewhere… not here.

And so, I wait. Sometimes for hours.

Once, you came to get me and I got excited. But then I realized… when you opened the door, with another holding your hand… that you forgot that I was still here. That was… awkward.

Let’s be honest. I know there are others. I’ve seen them. I know I’m not the only one. But when you hold me close and we spend time together, I feel like it’s just you and me.

So, please, please… don’t forget about me.

I’m here waiting for you.


-your coffee mug… sitting here patiently in the microwave

A Letter From a Friend was written for my coffee mug, that my wife often has to rescue from our microwave after I’ve forgotten about it.
Ode To The Coffee Brewer

Ode To The Coffee Brewer

Is it just human nature to take the last bit of coffee in the pot and leave it to the next person to refill? Here’s to the heroes who don’t just walk away from that challenge, but rise to the occasion…


by Shawn Washburn

If, while filling your mug up, you drain the pot dry
Please don’t run away, do you want to know why?
For you have been chosen, right here on this spot
To make some more coffee to put in the pot

A nobler task would be hard to devise
For you’ll fuel tired bodies and open closed eyes
With this liquid that’s brewed over dark ground-up beans
You’ll power a workforce to do some great things

So go be that hero! Use bravery and skill
Grab beans and a filter, but try not to spill
Make sure to align well the pot with the basket
And push the brew button, that’s all that we’re askin’

Then fly off anew to do more super deeds
Because of your efforts, so many are pleased
All future brew-takers will collectively shout
“Thank you for brewing when the coffee ran out!”

Part of the ODE TO THE OFFICE series.

What about you? Do you ever leave just a few drops in the pot?

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