My grandmother's hands caress the teapot
As she pours the tea from the silver pot.
The liquid is amber, dark with leaves,
No

Earl Grey keeps me company

On certain days at teatime,

At moments when

Chill breezes blow,

When shadows

A roaring fire,
fresh bread and jam
steaming hot tea
eggs sizzling in a pan?.
When I was a child,
teatime was fun
home from school
to

The clock chimes,
it's time to start.

The cups and saucers
are dear to my heart.

A tiny plate of cookies
has been baked by me.

All