Time For Tea

My father came to tea today. It had taken several letters to call him here. My messy thoughts kept him away. What brought him was a tiny thing, a single tear. I offered him a place to sit then pour two cups of tea, made from a special blend. A mix of sadness and regret These we needed to share, to make the moments bend. In a 70’s style jacket and tie I was not surprised; time travel ghosts are the norm. Words flowed with ease now no time for lies. as past and future blended to a newborn form. As father fades out of my sight, My hope is he will become a regular guest. My heart is now filled with delight Old wounds, pain, and heartache have been put to rest.