9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
9 poems dugger - Trish Dugger
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The Tea Party<br />
He loved his tea at three or so.<br />
I’d heat the dented kettle, pour<br />
a stream of steaming water on<br />
a tea bag in his Spode cup,<br />
but that day I poured<br />
steaming water on loose tea<br />
in a new teapot and let It steep<br />
while my old man put down<br />
his rake and cleaned up,<br />
smiled and winked at me.<br />
I’d spotted the white china teapot<br />
in a thrift shop of St. Barnabas.<br />
Rich parishioners’ castoffs put<br />
my prized chipped Spode<br />
to shame. The teapot without<br />
a defect for two bucks gleamed<br />
like an icicle in moonlight.<br />
I stopped at an A & P<br />
on my way home, picked up<br />
a package of Fig Newtons,<br />
and I had the makings of<br />
a tea party for my old man and me<br />
I still have the white china teapot<br />
high on a shelf I can hardly reach.