The Morning Cuppa
I love it,
Our morning ritual of tea,
Just you and me.
But the milkman, and the maid
The kids wailing,
Like the newly awoken dead
Won’t have it.
Gotterdammerung
They scream.
Or something
That sounds
Just like it.
Tea gone cold.
The morning
Feels old.
Copyright © Amrita Valan | Year Posted 2022
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