The "Perfect" Cup of Tea

The “Perfect” Cup of Tea
by Vivian Gilbert Zabel

Ahhh, the fragrance wraps itself
Around my musing mind
As I sip the bouquet
Teasing my taste buds.
The dark, golden-brown brew
Simmering in the heavy mug
Tempts my imagination.
While I listen to the winter wind
Whistling through the cracks
Hidden in the house walls,
I cuddle ‘neath a quilt
Left behind by my grandson
And remember the love
We shared before that day
He was taken from my life.

The “perfect” cup of tea
On a winter night
Would be one shared
Once more with him.