Just to put ones mouth to the cup
To feel the fine details
To hold the delicate handle
It all comes together
At tea time - lit by candle.
Praise to the roses and hail to the buds
The flowers hand painted
With sweet little rubs
Pass me a plate
Some sugar and cream
For tea can not wait
It's my tea time dream............
Bernideen
It's my tea time dream............
Bernideen
It is lovely. Love the poem xo
ReplyDeleteI love it! Absolutely love it! And there is nothing like English tea wares!
ReplyDeleteI really love you English tea time dream poem, well done!
ReplyDeleteBernideen, You have some lovely teawares, beautifully displayed. You have a sense of elegance in your tea parties. Best wishes on your upcoming retirement! You will love it. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteIt looks like you will be expressing your love for tea in many ways with retirement Bernideen.
ReplyDeleteAwww Bernideen, I love your sweet poem, and your lovely hutch filled with beautiful tea time things. I wish we could share tea together in person.
ReplyDeleteBernideen, that is lovely! I'm no good at writing verse. You are a woman of many talents.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem!
ReplyDeleteI love your poem, and your hutch filled with teapots is gorgeous. xoxo Su
ReplyDeleteHello, What a sweet poem! I always have tea at three! Even my little grandchildren know what time, teatime is!! Happy Mothers Day
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Roxy
Sweet poem and pretty tea time china! Hope you aren't buried in snow, but hopefully it's winter's last hurrah! Blessings, Bess
ReplyDeleteYou write lovely poems, too? Is there anything you can't do, Bernideen?
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