Tea
It’s the same tea. But just a little different. A poem.
“How do you take your tea?”
My in-laws ask
Their care ordinary and sweet
Milk, sugar, tea bag in or out?
Small decisions that mark
Our way to each other
Through the man we both love.
The tea I’ve had
Were loud clatters and small spills
Messy tablecloths mixed
With friends and dumpling
Strong and unfiltered
Laughter poured steaming
Into small cups
And over our lips
To wash difficult days away
Now here I am in a room
Carpet quiet with sofa and armchairs
The afternoon sunlight
Dance cosy and warm
As I ignore
The fact I still have my
Shoes on inside
“Tea bag out. Just black, thank you,” I smile.
About the Creator
AggieSoon
Let’s not suffer in silence. Let’s use our words. Let them drip from the screen to move our hearts, challenge our minds, and enrich our time. Here are mine. Really looking forward to reading what others have to say.
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