Teabag Sign
You loved your cup of tea with honey
Well known for it in your time
We laughed about when you passed
You would leave me a “teabag sign”
When you left we all encountered your visits
In the form of a little black and white bird
No sign of a random teabag
Unfortunately, ever occurred….
He who has loved me always
Gave me the little bird made of wood
A position of pride of place
Is where this little bird stood
Woke up early one morning
Had to do a double check
There was my little bird
With a teabag around his neck!
He who has loved me always…..
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2021
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