The Coronation Mug

I carefully take the small mug from the china cabinet, who would have thought seventy years had passed since it was first presented to me, well it's only sixty nine actually. The mug is a Coronation Mug from 1953. It is as old as me now and looking equally as worn. Her majesty's photo on the front is faded and there is a chip on the back. How it got there I have no idea, probably with the numerous house moves it has incurred, like me! Yes, there have been many since Her Majesty's Coronation, too many to list here.
We have seen as many changes as the Queen has in her reign. Lost dear family, torn asunder with separations and divorce. Delighted in children and grandchildren. Met lots of different people, okay I may have been on the other side of the bar serving them drinks, does that count the same? There are differences of course, I haven't been abroad as much. Only once in fact to Southern France, the wettest coldest September on record and I still managed to get sun stroke!
Now we have both found our niche the Coronation Mug and I. The move to Scotland has proved immensely satisfying, soulful, inspirational and welcoming. When I look back over the last ten years and see all I have achieved and the friends I have made, I'm content. I dust the mug and put it back in its rightful, forever home in the china cabinet with other royal memorabilia china. There'll be no more moves for us I tell it, this time we are here to stay.