A Poem A Day #134

Morning Tea

A whistle like my whistle
Is a pleasant sound to hear.
It tells me tea is ready,
And soon my troubles disappear,

For a time, anyway.
Tea is only just a drink.
But it’s warm and smooth,
And at least my troubles shrink.

I cannot start the morning
Without my lemony green tea.
It makes my insides flutter,
And it fills my heart with glee.

By Catherine Joy

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