{"id":40769,"date":"2017-08-06T03:26:54","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:26:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40769"},"modified":"2017-08-06T03:26:54","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T07:26:54","slug":"hour-18-tea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-18-tea\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 18-Tea"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Grandma had her tea<\/p>\n<p>Once at breakfast<\/p>\n<p>Once around lunch time<\/p>\n<p>Green tea<\/p>\n<p>Steeped in her porcelain tea pot<\/p>\n<p>With matching cups<\/p>\n<p>I was invited sometimes<\/p>\n<p>Sitting across from her<\/p>\n<p>My tea weaker<\/p>\n<p>with a spoon of sugar<\/p>\n<p>Hers sweetened with saccharin pills<\/p>\n<p>Mine lightened with milk<\/p>\n<p>We would sip and talk<\/p>\n<p>I felt grown up<\/p>\n<p>Important, almost Victorian<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Grandpa never joined us<\/p>\n<p>He was a coffee man himself<\/p>\n<p>But he set up the service for her<\/p>\n<p>Boiled her water on the stove<\/p>\n<p>Filled the pot for her<\/p>\n<p>Added the bags<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Their ritual twice a day<\/p>\n<p>Every day<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Later when they were gone<\/p>\n<p>Mom and I had our own tea days<\/p>\n<p>Earl Gray and Lemon Zinger<\/p>\n<p>A cup in the microwave<\/p>\n<p>Replaced the whistling kettle<\/p>\n<p>Porcelain tea pots with matching cups<\/p>\n<p>became decorations in the china cabinet<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After Mom passed, it was just me<\/p>\n<p>and soon the tea<\/p>\n<p>Became coffee on the run<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I imagine sitting there<\/p>\n<p>Gently holding the fragile tea cup<\/p>\n<p>I can taste the milk<\/p>\n<p>Hear Grandma&#8217;s laugh<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps one day I will buy a box of green tea<\/p>\n<p>Maybe pull out that whistling kettle<\/p>\n<p>Let the tea steep in the Porcelain Teapot<\/p>\n<p>Set out a fragile matching porcelain cup<\/p>\n<p>And sip slowly<\/p>\n<p>The way Grandma taught me<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Grandma had her tea Once at breakfast Once around lunch time Green tea Steeped in her porcelain tea pot With matching cups I was invited sometimes Sitting across from her My tea weaker with a spoon of sugar Hers sweetened with saccharin pills&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40769","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40769"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40769\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40954,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40769\/revisions\/40954"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}