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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