Find a good home for my teas.
Make sure they will be gladly drunkby people who will think of me
fondly, warming their hands
around a full mug.
I’ve had love, so much love,
pouring freely through
the dark corners of the labyrinths,
and wearing smooth
the odd-shaped cracks
that made up the mad tea party
I called my life.
I’d like to think some of that
love will come through
between the sips of tea
(maybe a few moments of laughter too)
long past the time
the warmth from it fades.
the odd-shaped cracks
that made up the mad tea party
I called my life.
I’d like to think some of that
love will come through
between the sips of tea
(maybe a few moments of laughter too)
long past the time
the warmth from it fades.
Photo by Loverna Journey on Unsplash
Song Choice: Earth Song by Harry Bellafonte. I've told the children this is one of the songs I absolutely want played at any sort of funeral they hold for me.
This poem was created for the prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United, Weekly Scribblings #37: Last Messages.
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