Pretty Little Teacup

Pretty little teacup…

Pretty little teacup,
delicate and blue,
with white flowers that dance about your rim
as if children playing ring-around-the-rosy
around coffee or tea or cocoa,
flavors and treats that you so generously help to deliver.
So tiny your handle,
just large enough for a single finger to wrap around
as it helps you to fulfill your purpose.
Youthful playfulness once drank from you,
pretty little teacup,
while sitting with teddy bears beneath an old oak tree
on summer days.
And, older wisdom once held you in strong, yet wrinkled, hands,
while conversing with lifelong friends.
You have toasted new marriages
and comforted broken hearts,
and sometimes,
pretty little teacup,
you have sat quietly behind the glass,
patiently waiting to be of service.
Oh, the stories you must have heard
and faithfully, loyally, kept to yourself.
Oh, the eras of time and change you have seen.
Yet, here you are,
pretty little teacup,
delicate and blue,
with white flowers that dance about your rim
as if children playing ring-around-the-rosy,
still offering service, comfort, and timelessness.
So, listen closely,
pretty little teacup,
as the steam rises above you
and the liquid swirls within your walls,
and you’ll hear a story to add to your unspoken history.