Tea And Friendship
There should always be time for tea and cake, A girlie chat with the latest bake;
A time to put the world to rights
With a steaming brew and a gooey bite.
Exchanging views, a listening ear, Tea and sympathy offered here. The clink of cups, a boiling kettle, A chair or sofa in which to settle.
Hands clasped round a tea-warmed mug, A smile, a tear, a needed hug.
Soon the room is filled with laughter, Resonating for hours after.