A Small Green Teapot
An original poem
by Deborah Jane
Woman remembered
against the odds
of dust and time
Always present
to my daughter’s eyes
a small green teapot
in the kitchen lies
Early curiosity
helped her to surmise
soon the significance
she did realize
Bland and boring
no surprise
knick knack
is the guise
Although no value
money wise
a constant memory
of my nana is the prize
Yours truly, the small child grew to a vertically challenged adult. Never diminutive in passion, Strength, or courage. An innate creative power pack, evoked a continuous deluge of words . This emotion led to lead and papyrus .
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