Sweet Recollections

Tea time, just my mom and me…

memories so sweet and dear,

knowing I was her first choice;

still her voice is crystal clear.

Some of my favorite hours.

fresh cut flowers in a vase,

aroma drifting after,

her bright laughter giving chase.

Drinks poured from a silver pot,

piping hot, a cup of tea;

made better than the others

my mother’s best, just for me.

Subtle taste of chamomile,

love revealed in Earl Grey.

My sweet tooth she would appease

“Two lumps please,” I’d smile and say.

Sweet drinks still can take me back,

down the track toward yesterday.

It’s been years we’ve been apart;

in my heart, she’ll always stay

*** This form is another old Welsh creation, the awdl gywydd. Not an easy form to work in, but its syllabic nature and cross linked rhymes make it powerful.