This is a poem dedicated to a beautiful lady, who was my mother in law. She made my life so much richer and is sadly no longer with us.
I wrote this to remind me of the many cups of tea and talks we had. But even though I miss her deeply, I know that one day it will be possible to have tea and talks again when we meet one day in heaven. Thank be to God for the gift of God loving mother in laws.
A lonely cup,
sits hot...warm...cold.
The tea was mode, sipped and left.
But never a drop is wasted.
For that lonely cup,
its content is cherished,
Either hot, warm or cold.
