
Tea, in a pot, served in a china cup on a little saucer.
Tea with the bag still in,
It’s cold, but it’s comfortingly so.
There’s bread that’s stale,
It’s dusty,
And I’d like to read a newspaper.
It’s a day for sitting crossed-legged on the floor,
It’s always a day to sit crossed-legged on the floor,
But especially today,
To drink cold tea on the floor.
I purposely shake a little when I pour or pick up the tea,
The clinks of the teapot and saucers are bells that I quite enjoy.
The china is blue and white,
but it’s a mauve kind of day,
I wouldn’t change the china given the chance however.
It’s blue and white,
And I’d like to read a newspaper.
This poem is honestly just a fun little whimsical piece I wrote to capture how a rainy day, with fresh bread and being at your grandmother’s house, feels. When I read it, I think of patterned carpets and Mary Jane shoes.
This poem was written by our contributing writer, Tianna Lagano

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