One of life’s poetic pleasures is a cup of tea while reading the Sunday news. I took time out of this weekly ritual to write about the joy of a cup of tea.
Steaming with warmth in china cup,
the cup of tea and all its medical marvel.
It cures the anxiety after a shock,
it relaxes, hydrates and caffeinates.
This particular cup, has been brewed
especially for the Sunday morning news.
Nothing will compare,
to the way the tea works.
outside, clear crisp air.
But inside with this cup,
I could be anywhere.
I read the paper, with my leafy liquid,
diffused to perfection in my mug.
This drink is to savor, to sip.
Not to gulp or glug.
Early Grey, Lady Grey, Chai or fruit,
Green, Darjeeling on Chinese.
But the simple Sunday morning tea,
is simply superior to all of these.
With my cup, on my sofa,
what more can you ask for?
Sunday morning, can’t you see?
Is never complete, without my tea.
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