Tea Time


Sometimes, late at night, I make myself
a cup of tea, pale imitation
of the coffee I crave.

My husband makes the coffee at home,
the grounds just so, the water just so,
warmed milk waiting for the first cup.

I don’t make coffee on my own. I
defer, enjoy the busy-ness and bustle
as the morning brew is prepared without me.

Late at night, alone downstairs, I
make the tea, a simple process,
all my own, as I wonder

when I’ll be drinking
morning tea.

This poem was written in response to Miz Quickly’s 8/1 prompt “Teapot.”


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