the wooden table set with pink plaid napkins folded over into a triangle
the glass cups and plates elegantly painted with roses and baby's breath
delicately placed on the table one by one.
the chairs gently tucked under the table each holding a friend
a teddy bear, Samantha the American Girl doll, and Curious George.
the last chair goes to me.
the tea was always cold
it was always pretty clear too.
my mom would yell when we put fruit punch into the tea cups
she would fret about staining the napkins.
the tea parties would last for hours.
pouring tea, sipping tea, and munching on chocolate chip cookies.
that was when times were so simple
and the days flew by.
just sitting at the tea table,
teddy and I...
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- im sam i love school i love my family i love my bf i love my friends i love food && being italian
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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2 comments:
This poem has some real potential. I'd like you to show it to Damian for his advice on how to tighten it up just a bit.
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