Saturday, March 12, 2016

theriac

porcelain almost transparent 
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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