A Cup Of Tea. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

I always remember our cups of tea,
in the small kitchen in the back.
Where you talked about your days
in County Clare and the sack,
of turf that your dad would bring
to the school,
to light the fire on winter Days.

I remember when you told me,
you would put your hand up,
when the lesson for Gaeilge
was to begin.
You disliked the language
so much, you would run home
and stay there for the rest of the day.
And I remember the lovely scones
and the apple tart that you baked.
And the ham sandwiches
and the hot cups of tea.
But it was mostly the stories
that you told.
They stay in my head
like gold.

A cup of tea,
can sooth most worries.
You can talk to your hearts content,
And forget about your woes.
Its good for your heart and the soul.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson (c) .