Cameron Hindrum*
This morning in the staff room at work I accidentally broke someone’s coffee mug. To fess up, and make an offer of amends, I wrote what appears below. I’m reproducing it here because, actually, I quite like it. Enjoy …
Today, accidentally, at the end of recess
The number of staff mugs became one less
As the force of gravity by weight increases
Someone’s mug is now in pieces;
The slightest contact with my forearm
Has done someone’s coffee receptacle harm.
If yours featured a heart filled with red, and
‘I love my Mum’ in black emblazoned
Please let me know, and I’ll happily face it:
I’d be only too happy to replace it.
It may not be exactly the same
And I know that this is a terrible shame
But contact me, if this person is you
And soon you’ll be drinking coffee anew
And I promise to take so much more care
Having determined that coffee mugs don’t float in the air.
*Cameron Hindrum is a teacher … and poet
