Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Alone with my tea

I wrote this one morning while, you guessed it, having a lonely tea party.  I then realized that it wasn't so lonely and I was very happy to be drinking tea and eating pie!

Alone with my tea,
Just little ol' me,
I only sip daintily.

Steam rises slowly,
Never known by the lowly,
Pure china is what I use, only.

A touch of sugar and cream,
A hint of morning sunbeam,
A perfect morning for me.

Pinky raised high,
A large piece of pie,
Just me, myself, and I!

1 comment:

  1. Julie, this is great... Do consider putting music here too. I'd love to hear about violin pieces that you're play and of course conducting!

    Love from Toronto!


Thanks for reading. I'd love to know what you think. Please leave a comment!