Teacup

Exquisitely designed
Herringbone China
Crushed bones designed and fashioned
Into the delicate vessel you hold within the palms of your hands
Warming your fingers on cold winters days,
Relieving the chill of winters breathe.

Hold me close now
For if I drop and fall from your clasp
I will break into a thousand small shards
Splintering against the pavement
Fragmented beyond design
Willow patten weaves its leaves about my handle and birds dance around my rim
Oh how I scream of summer on your lips as morning tea sipped on the dawn wakens your spirits to a new day.
Oh how you sip wine from me when you think no one is watching
An act of rebellion or maybe I am the last clean vessel within the draw .
The set to which I belonged has long since past into oblivion ,
my sister saucers and brother cups no more stand with me
and so I stand alone ,
a victim of circumstance and a hopeful survivor all entwined  within.
I wonder if life had been different
would I of still had your beautiful lips grace my rim .
Oh how I love the curve in your smile and your idle chatter .
My life has been complete because I have loved being and belonging to you .
A simple but exquisitely fashioned tea cup you chose for your own