How I Want to feel
Immaculate
Like Jacqueline Bisset
Dancing down each decade
Wild and free
And totally me,
Clothes barely touching,
Not really wearing
Much beyond
Necessity
She's Nature Girl
My mum would sigh.
Not a curl in place,
A bit of a disgrace
sometimes
I'm still her
With a wiser face.
I know how I look,
And smile nonetheless.
Not out to impress
No-one in my old fashioned dress.
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When did I learn to make the tea ?
I do not remember.
Was it at my Nana's knee;
The fragrance of her
Lily of the valley,
Coconut mushrooms,
Perhaps a touch of vinegar
pervading her pinny as I watch
her pour the water on the penny worth
of leaves
into the brown pot with two stripes,
Take it to the table
Where the glass sugar bowl sat
All day waiting.
Who taught me to warm the pot ?
How long to brew it ?
It's as if I already knew it
Straight from the heart,
I have a separate pot for Earl Grey,
You may say I'm a stickler,
But it's good to separate things that way,
And transgressions in the making
of tea,
Seriously bother me.
You can come as you are,
How you look is unimportant,
I'll pour your tea as you like it,
Even take it weak with you,
Or stretch it out to
A let it stand.
I might hand you a plate
with biscuits or cake,
The outline of the ritual
Has been delineated by tea,
What we talk about
Is neither here
Nor there,
We could sit in companionable silence
If we prefer.
🍃🍂
