At Tea`Time

Cindy Taylor

Cindy Taylor

   She sat at the window
staring out at the falling rain
   in her hand a tea`cup
   the tea long gone cold
remembering her childhood
   the white cotton dress
   with tiny flower`print
it was the day of her baptism
   that she lost innocence
   gained understanding
now knowing she would live
   her life within shadows
   shades of black & white
deciding she’d know herself
   she’d allow herself love
   tho it meant heartache
she’d dismantle the mystery
   and learn to wear black
   She sat at the window
staring out at the falling rain

“One always learns one’s mystery
at the price of one’s innocence.” 
~ Robertson Davies


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to At Tea`Time

  1. been the same since Adam and Eve…

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