The teacup holds memories
of laughter, love and time
steeped in years of friendship
fine cut and flavorful our friendship
rests lightly in my hands beyond time
now, only in glimpes and fading memories
the russian caravan, has moved on and i am left with time
you are gone, but the not the friendship
the aroma from the teacup, ignites the flame of memories
so it is a ritual, of loving sorrow and joy
i often have cause to maintain
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
The teacup holds memories
of laughter, love and time
steeped in years of friendship
fine cut and flavorful our friendship
rests lightly in my hands beyond time
now, only in glimpes and fading memories
the russian caravan, has moved on and i am left with time
you are gone, but the not the friendship
the aroma from the teacup, ignites the flame of memories
so it is a ritual, of loving sorrow and joy
i often have cause to maintain
when I was younger on most working days, my mentor/friend Sue and I would meet before going home for a cup of tea...mostly russian caravan and decompress....she passed a couple of years ago... but the ritua around this simple action still affects me deeply...
I know i didn't get the form right....but for me today not really the issue....
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