7/15/1972 or 53 years ago

© Memories from a teacup

She watches quietly as ghostly steam rises up

and waits for tea to brew in the delicate cup.

She lingers over this simple pleasure to end each day

while visions of things long past clearly play.

The tiny flowers on the cup brings memories bright

of the single rose he brought each Friday night.

And the gold band that circles the cup she can’t ignore

for it screams of the wedding band she once wore.

The silver spoon that she uses to gently stir sugar in

reminds her of the sweetness of being loved by him.

The steam as it slowly rises and then disappears

reminds her of a life now gone and the many shed tears.

So nightly she sips & savors memories bittersweet

finding uncommon comfort in a teacup so petite.

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by rhonda embs

© tick tock / tick tock

In silence she closely watches the clock

while back and forth she does rock

at times she’ll stand to  pace and walk

but always she watches that old, old clock

She’s not waiting for a certain time

or for a special hour in which to dine

leave me be, she pleads, I’m really fine

sometimes ticks and tocks mean more than time

Now many say she’s not safe alone

they think her mind’s completely gone

deeply buried with her husband John

whose sudden death left her all alone

They watch her closely, that she  knows

but in silence she lets sweet memories flow

his note had read, My bride, I love you so

tick/tock….just listen and you’ll always know

So it’s not his death that fills her mind

but the love they shared down through time

as the clock kept beat they’d silly rhyme

then laugh together… that fills her mind

So with loving memories  she watches the clock

while back and forth she peaceful rocks

sometimes she stands  and likes to  walk

as she quietly listens to that old, old clock

©
by rhonda embs