Oh, teacup of old,
Your colours so bold.
With flowers and leaves
Of lilac and green,
You’re edged in a pure rim of gold.
Sweet teacup of mine.
You’re china so fine.
With handle petite
And plate for your feet,
Dear teacup of graceful design
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Oh, teacup of old.
If I may be bold.
Your luster does fade.
Like all we who age,
Worn down as the years they unfold.
You’ve lasted through ages,
Of life’s wrinkled pages.
You crossed over nations,
And past generations.
You’ve hydrated both fools and sages.
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Oh, teacup of old,
What stories you hold.
Of good times and bad
Of joyous and sad,
From hands who your vessel did hold.
Dear teacup do tell,
What secrets you’ve held.
Of times long since past
Of those you’d outlast,
The souls that you know oh so well.
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Oh, teacup of old.
I beg them, uphold,
The treasure of you
To honour, as I do,
Your history in our family fold.
Beloved teacup, you’re mine,
Till when comes the time,
That new hands will share
The riches held dear,
Of memories passed down the line.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Comments (19)
Awww, this made me miss my grandma so much. She had a big tea cup collection that meant so much to her. I have a few tucked away somewhere. This was lovely, my friend :)
Tea tastes better in a well loved cup than in anything else 😁
The most precious of items–heirlooms. Such a beautiful ode to a gorgeous little piece! You wrote it absolutely perfectly, Cathy! 💞
Beautiful - The descriptions are so detailed I feel as if the cup is in my very hands!
A gorgeous ode - I think you did it, woman! 😍
A lovely form for a teacup
Excellent Sis.
This was such a wonderful ode! Also, have you used this picture for another piece? It looks so familiar.
Really beautiful, classic in every way. The nostalgia of a well-used object that has traversed time and seen many stories.
My grandmother had an entire set of cups like the one in the photo. Made for a beautiful display in the dining room! Great poem!
WOW! What an amazing piece Cathy! So heartfelt!
Tea cups are my favorite thing ever! Great ode! 🖤🖤
What a treasure (the teacup and the poem)
I love this! One of my obsessions is antique and vintage tea cups. Some are inherited from family (one of these started my collection, now sitting at around 100 tea cups) and others are vintage shopping finds. I absolutely relate to your Ode ❤️
I love that you gave the tea cup a life of its own, mysterious secret holder, past from generation to generation. Beautiful poem, well done!
Loved everything about your poem from the meter rhyming lines to the words, "you are mine." ♥️♥️💕
Great🫖💖👍😉
I love the thought of all the places these lovely little things see! The photo at the top reminds me of a Prince Albert pattern my mother picked up for me in London. My grandma use to save those cups and saucers for Sunday visitors that my grandpa called the gossip meeting. LOL! I truly connected with this!
I don't believe I've ever seen a teacup with little feet upon which to rest. What a treasure & beautifully lyrical tribute, Cathy.