Tea for Three : Poem

Come and site with me and we'll have tea 

And talk of things that were and things that are to be 

Of places we will go and things that we will see 

Just the two of us 

My dear daughter and me

A little wooden table 

With chairs for two, not three 

Yes, of course you may bring your bear 

And place him on my knee. 

No longer just the two of us 

It's tea for three, I see 

My dear daughter, the bedraggled bear and me

The years passed by and you grew up 

Framed in memory, I still see 

Cherub hands dimpled daintily, clutching ivory cup of tea 

Twinkle laughter owns the moment 

Baby faced & full of glee 

Starshine dusted by the angels 

Oh, God's precious gift to me!

If I live to be a hundred 

I shall never richer be 

Then when I shared your dazzling presence 

And together we sipped tea. 

My dear Daughter, the bedraggled bear, and Me!

Lee Scott, c. 1998