Tea to drink, is somewhat tart, unless with honey you intervene,
but oh the joy when someone brings, a little pastry that’s munched upon.
Our cups are full while feeling warm, Spring sunshine loosens memory’s flow,
As soft eyes listen and then recall, laughter’s echo from tales fresh spun.
And then the tea no longer steams, as conversation lags, yet fragrance lingers on ,
A moment shared and built upon, is why good friendships fuel dreams.
As time’s decline brings shadows fall, cold shiver’s prompt is understood.
The vital link is now renewed- as mundane events move us on.
And yet there’s still, the sweet remembered warmth of eyes that speak –
“You have a place within my heart” -and will be safe and carried far – as life goes on.
Author – Bill Tidsbury