Day 13 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘The Tea Party’

I am an old woman
alone at the kitchen table,
lost in the memories,
waiting for my child’s return.

I am a little girl,
sprinting into a blur,
the red cape dragging behind,
saving the world as it slowly destroys me.

I am this moment,
a mask of what I was and will be,
having tea with these two –

We sip our teas in unison,
our tea party never-ending.

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