Tea Time
I said to Abigail Dolly, "will you have tea, dear heart?"
Of course, she always said yes, oh fond the memory;
And on my record player, I played a record of Mozart,
Some days, Kitty came and that made tea for three,
Long ago,
with cookies a la carte.
On the shaded porch of my peaceful neighborhood,
"Oh, did you say something, Abigail Dolly, pardon me!"
Father had made me a little tea table of solid wood,
Dappled the hues of my childhood.
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October 30, 2015
Narrative (Rhyme)
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Oil Painting 1-2-3, sponsor, Eve Roper
Note: Thank you Eve for letting me use your beautiful painting as inspiration
Second Place
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