Tea-time

There is nothing quite as lovely as a kettle when it sings

Ah, surely, surely tea-time is one of life’s kindest things

For in the hustle-bustle of life’s hasting human-race

It’s nice to stop and pour a cup of quiet tea-time grace

English, earl gray or peppermint, lemon or chamomile

Or any other flavor, tea is like a kettle’s smile

Or like a hug, it satisfies the middle afternoon

To sit a bit and pour a cup of happy-happy tune

It gathers friends together yet is lovely on its own

It warms us when the weather weeps in cold, gray monotone

It brings with it a book perhaps, or a moment to dream

With eyes half-shut, we hold a cup of aromatic steam

Life is too short to hurry-scurry without pause, you see

And what is so important that it cannot wait through tea?

Time’s bric-a-brac and tick-o-tock is noisy nothingness

If we deprive our little lives of tea-time happiness

Yes, there's nothing quite as lovely as a kettle when it sings

It puts on pause the fretting flaws that living surely brings 

So if you're feeling down and out, perhaps its time to quit

Just long enough to pour the love of tea and sit a bit

 

 

© Janet Martin