THE TEA PARTIES
Dainty lace curtains hung at each window
crisp and white as a snowy December day
mom was hired to work there
as a maid I guess you would say.
As there was no one to watch me
she had to take me along
each time we entered the big wooden gate
my eyes would light up at the sight of that fancy home.
Elegantly dress dolls graced all the beds
laid up on them like queens,
with frozen smiles
on fluffy white spreads.
Just off the kitchen
was a beautiful garden
with a screened in room
where we held tea parties.
Mom would work
while the old lady and I played
we would visit faraway places
while drinking tea and eating little cakes off a tray.
Her hair was white
and oh so neat
she had the smile of an angel
and tiny little feet.
That time has come and gone
but never will I forget that home
and the little white haired lady that had tea with me,
although I've forgotten her name, I haven't forgotten her memory.
