I’ve never been much for tea parties
much to the chagrin of friends.
But one and only one time,
a tea pot saved my skin.
After a long and dreary winter,
my depression was quite severe
I was given a plain tea pot
made of glass and see-through clear.
I bought special tea balls
to put in the pot for tea
As they mixed with the hot water
vibrant flowers opened for all to see.
The flowers lifted my spirits
more than the gray spring ever could
I found a way to have summer
in my tea pot for my good.
Oh, I remember those hot-water opening-flowers from my childhood. Do they still make them? Yes, magical. And the more so, I can imagine, in winter sadness. Thank you!
I love tea and tea pots and tea parties.
So glad that someone gifted you with this teapot and tea. Thanks for sharing your story of the wonder of tea.
I love how you’ve captured the essence of poetry : complex topic in seemingly simple packaging of a tea pot.