My grandsons ask for tea ~
Tea, GiGi! Tea!
They like it English fashion:
hot black tea with milk & sugar
served in a Beatrix Potter cup.
The way my own two sons drank it
the way I drank it as a young woman
long ago & far away. Before
there were rabbit cups & saucers.
And strong mint tea, served
in ornate glasses, gilded traceries
along the rims. Syrupy with sugar,
held carefully between fingertips.
And cool herbal teas, tall & frosty
with condensation, sweet with fruit
& Demerara, stirred with my mother’s
sterling spoon, on my grandmother’s saucer.
Tea’s steam rising curling
winding around us like a daisy chain
holding us together. Memory
blossoming along its links.