A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.
This is lovely work, David. This line especially: "Quietly, as only family can do." It well captures the quiet familiarity only those of close friends or intimate family can achieve!
A quiet poem that contains so much. That first line sets the scene perfectly, brings me home to my Dad's kitchen. The skinned teapot has a cosy starkness to it, sure why would anyone scrub those past cuppas/history off. I feel all of this.
Yes. Those little bits left over in the mug, clinging to the edge 😅 i'm delighted this redonated with you! Thanks for the comment.
This is lovely work, David. This line especially: "Quietly, as only family can do." It well captures the quiet familiarity only those of close friends or intimate family can achieve!
Thanks Bethel for the comment and taking the time to read and enjoy!
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Such a touching piece. I find this so relatable, and particularly enjoy this bit:
"Five souls in a room,
Counting the distance made,
Together or apart;
Weaved in the wind"