Auntie's House
Every Sunday afternoon I was invited to Auntie's house for tea
outside where the sun shone like a thousand crystal watts
a lovely table set for two, plus two wicker chairs of white
every Sunday, we would sip and slip away the hours happily
The table was adorned with a bouquet of pink peony roses
o'er a lacey cotton doily with soft fit lace edges of beauty
As they bloomed they scented the air around us with grace
sending us coral dreams with their bright pink glow dance
Tiny social tea biscuits placed lovingly on a tray of silver
awaiting a child's excited dunk on a hot summery day
July was my favorite time of the year with its hot spell
it brought forth the memory of iced water and lemon
Auntie wore a floral perfume called Channel No Five
but of course to me it smelled like black licorice
To a young girl passing on thirteen a tea time affair
can be grand, I smiled as she read me, Baudelaire
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