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

Deborah Jane

Deborah Jane

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 .
Deborah Jane

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