When I was six,
and English tea was precisely at four,
in the steamy afternoons at grandmother’s house.
She like the rite of tea—
I drank from china,
tea cup and saucer, chipped;
elegant, as was grandmother.
Cup and saucer,
grey, sterling edged, like her,
accented by a tiny pink rose
similar to the blush of her cheeks.
It was the first time I had ever seen sugar in a cube,
had tea in china,
is a big deal when you are six.
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