Teapots
One Sunday morning in September 2016 my husband and I were enjoying a family breakfast get together with our daughter and her partner at The Dome. The weather for our springtime was warm and sunny, and had clearly encouraged many families to do exactly what we were doing. Laughter amid the clinking tea and coffee cups and the divine aromas wafting from the kitchen set the scene and the ambience for this poem. I am reminded every time I smell fresh coffee of that pleasant morning of sharing love and conversation with my family. Teapots Teapots and the cutlery clatter All about us, bodies chatter Coffee, toast and sweet aromas People lounging on big stuffed sofas Drifting from the open kitchen Dishes served by those a fetching Sunday morning, for breakfast gather With those we love, to show they matter. © Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #34 25.9.16 If you like this poem please feel free to sha...