I watch as she warms the pot at quarter to three,
a tray for two laid perfect in the conservatory.
Ready for that oh, so English speciality,
an event of elegance and grace is afternoon tea.
Cups sat on saucers, china decorated delicately,
everything perfect she looks and smiles at me.
My smile returned tell her the service is satisfactory
and she sits on my lap, and drinks her tea.
Simple things please best, my girl and me.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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