refined hues of pinks and blues
in floral design delicate and cherished
tiny fingers grasping
attempting grace
as clatters against the saucer
slosh the magical potion
across from her whose smile
warms more than sweet, milky tea
this heady memory
a theriac summoned in these later days
on days of disappointments and longing
all it takes is a little brew and a word or two
to soothe and soften
though distance great
I wish teatime was shared more often
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