Having Tea with the Queen
We sat at the table looking across
From a small queen of a royal family
She was serving our favorites
Lemonade and M and M’s
It was a magic moment for us,
As we gazed at her expertise
Of pouring from a dainty pink
Pitcher into the tiniest of paper cups.
This was her first historic moment to be
The gracious hostess and she
Handled the role with confidence
And with her own personal regal flair
To the top of each cup she generously
Poured and then we both sipped
So nothing would spill.
Of a truth, when dining with a tiny
Queen, occasionally her enthusiasm
For pouring got away from her, but
We were not unduly alarmed
By those minor splashes and puddles.
For when a queen reigns, if things
Are not picture perfect, her subjects
Politely look the other way. And she
Certainly seemed to take no concern, in fact
She could not have appeared more gracious or
Generous as her pitcher needed
Replenishing several times.
When the tea party concluded
And the Photographer had completed
Her work, we reflected on the lovely
Afternoon and hoped that we would
Be invited on another day to once again
Join the small queen for tea.
Barbara Renouf
April 2009
3 comments:
Grandma, your poem captured everything delightful about little girls. Very sweet!
Very sweet Mom. I love tea partiesw with little queens, too.
heidi and fam- i love and miss you guys!:):):);)
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