Her little hands
so purposeful
opening each packet
stirring the sugar,
the creamer
(a suggestion of her sister).
A spill on the table;
no matter, enough.
Only a hint of tea
barely coloring the water,
no longer hot, tepid only.
Not much interest either,
a cup for the sink.
September 16, 2009 and September 19, 2009
Shanequa, at Our Family’s Table,
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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Suncook, NH
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