The mailman came 
with a package so fine
a gift of coffee
from sweet mother mine,

as the mailman pulled
right up to me,
I handed him a package
filled with tea.

I was sending it to Marissa,
my granddaughter so sweet.
We shared a cup together,
she saw it as a treat.

Now my mother and I 
have had many cups too,
she knows I like coffee,
so what did she do?

She sent a package 
that arrived the same time
I sent tea to Marissa.
Sweet family mine.

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