The Tea Party

Since childhood, I have written poetry. I hold an affinity for rhyming words and lines that form together. Like a seamstress sewing fabric, poetry requires a pattern. It’s actually challenging to write good poetry; change one word and the whole thing can fall apart. Perhaps poetry is the Jenga game of writing. I am not be so bold as to state that I write good poetry, nevertheless, I enjoy the practice. The discipline of creating a story with few words, that keeps cadence, and captures others. Written when my daughters were in college, Tea Party captures the little girl days of life. Enjoy.

The Tea Party
The little girls play dress-up big,
in their glittery slipper shoes.
They plan a party in their room;
it makes the toy box news.
 
One, invites every friend she knows.
with precious childhood zeal,
serving cookies with matchless class,
in a red stiletto heel.
 
The younger girl sings a mermaid song,
to each attending guest,
twirling around and showing off
her white, silk flowered dress.
 
Two little girls sassy with glam
fill the room with childhood style.
And I peek around the door frame
to sneak a childhood smile.
 
Mr. Bear is sipping cherry tea;
the long-eared rabbits all wear green.
One little girl is the party’s princess.
the other is the queen.
 
I linger in the moment,
looking into a room of tea-party play
wherein little girls in rhinestone tiaras
make-believe the day away!

Blessings,
Jo