bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

pink.

research is kind, we have tried many colours.

we ate the cake, yet not wishing to appear
greedy left a crumb.

for a bird.

darker.

especially the mornings,
i need not tell you really,
you must know.

ok if there is no rush to go,
easy, cosy up and write.

like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

don’t use a teapot

but evidently many do,

and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,

and stewing on the gas ring,

like mother, reducing it to

poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,

smell, like the small packet

we used to have, paper lined

in those days.

splits into fragments, pieces

that don’t fit

it is all a puzzle

stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter