She served them hot tea
In dainty Wedgwood cups,
Featuring tantalizing Hibiscus designs.
Stylish angular handles welcomed even stubby thumbs;
Saucers, like deep-blue ponds, encircled each vessel.
In another life,
She’d been quite swanky:
Champagne parties, slinky skirts,
& jingle-jangle jewelry — dangling
From her thin, pale, elegant neck.
But now,
Her parties were tame:
Subdued, social, afternoon affairs,
Starring small sandwiches,
scones, clotted cream & curds.
Chit-chat opened each outing; gossip, each close.
Weariness,
Wearing a dark, drab cloth coat,
Chose to attend on this otherwise ordinary day.
Exhaustion & Fatigue tagged along.
Next time they had tea, was at her funeral.
About the Creator
j.s.lamb
Retired journalist. Author of "Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales," a collection of short stories about how I survived the U.S. Navy and kept my sense of humor. (Available on Amazon.)
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