A Morning Cup O' Tea
A Morning Cup O' Tea
Teapot, brew me a tea
that I may sit
out in the sunshine,
on my porch
with a cup of hot warmth.
How I love
to hold my large old teacup
and drink in the zest!
Charcoal, my cat,
wanders willy-nilly,
lazily pacing
now here, now there
as I watch him
from my perch
upon the porch.
My quest for zest
fills me with the moment,
as I write about
that ever-loving home,
my cup o' tea.
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