We had a tea party, you and I
Yesterday, when March was cold.
We were three or four again
Five or six or seven.
Changed the world
Solved the chaos, hunger, pain.
Waved our magic wands
Fixed all the ills
Brought peace to a planet torn
From the vantage of the couch.
A romantic and pragmatic
Created a world of love and hope
Magic and men who understood.
Then drank our tea with lemon and honey
Out of a teapot trimmed in gold.
And as I sit here remembering you
With a smile on my face
A tear running down my cheek
For a brief moment
I was three or four, five or six
And every second of life held
Magic and wonder and new discoveries of friends.
Another gray morning arrives
Drinking tea out of your cup
With the lipstick mark where
You left it on the rim last night.
Remembering again the magic of being
Three or four, five or six again
Drinking tea out of a teapot trimmed in gold.*
*My friend Jan died in 2013. This poem was written for her one night after she left my couch.