Tea Pot

My new best friend
Coffee and I had to break up
We had no choice
I’ll pour you in my favorite cup
Please be patient with me
It’s going to take me a while
I swear I can see your smile
What elegance
What grace
The zest and loom
You fickle toward my face
I love your many colors
Charm and lace
Aromas
Ever so clever and brown
I think you’ll keep me coming around
With you
I tend to take my time
I think
I sing
And sometimes,
I even rhyme

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2014

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