The words fell like sugar cubes
That nana adds to her tea
In abundance ;captivating with a perennial charm
Blending in as they found snug in its arms.
And to me, it is strange yet satiating
An endless rhapsody.
Then I wonder,
What if our words to one another were also  melded,
With the right proportion of sweetness?
There will be no war ,no weapons the only option
Just words.
As solacing as nana's tea;
Sometimes I wonder.