Chamomile Tea

Moments of an old woman's life.

The cozy keeps me company as I carefully place it upon the pot.

It is an old and quiet friend and with it I'm never alone.

My cup and saucer are close by waiting to be filled,

and sitting by the fires place I think of what is and also not.

My hands help me to remember that of what has passed,

the agile fingers of then compared to the ones of now.

With each wrinkle and every line I trace a story to be known,

the tale told is of time and good use and perhaps a touch of grace.

Watching the flames as they flicker I find a silent peaceful space.

Becoming lost inside the daydream of a fine mid-winters sleep,

I smile while looking forward to a cup of Chamomile tea.

Author's Note

Any comment is welcome.

Reviews

[Jade]

This is so wonderful, really enjoyable read. Nicely written