Every morning without fail the clink, clink, clink of the spoon in the cup would waken me. This was my alarm clock, not the “Time to get up” song my father or mother would sing to encourage the throwing back of the bed covers and the beginning of the preschool routine. It was the tinny sound of the spoon in my father’s coffee cup which let me know he was awake and on the prowl.
It was an invitation to join him in the predawn moments when all is still silent with the world blanketed in darkness, shadows cast by moonlight guided by twinkling stars. The perfect opportunity for his undivided attention while the five other siblings remained snuggled in their beds amidst dreaming and snoring.
When the jingle first sang off “The best part of waking up is….in your cup” I had to disagree, the best part of waking up was the clink, clink, clink of the spoon in my father’s coffee cup which was always an open invitation to time well spent with my father wrapped in the essence of fresh brewed coffee, toothpaste and aftershave on the cusp of a new and dawning day.
Each morning I am revisited with fond and private memories of my father, first thing in the morning at home, camping or on vacation with just the stirring of my first cup of coffee; clink, clink, clink the spoon in the cup.
I love you Dad, always and forever RIP
Written by Susan Louise Davis
Albert Gary Buck January 7, 1936 – May 14, 2012