My Small Tea Set

by: Ariana Strong

 

When I was four, I got a small tea set.

I put leaves from the garden in the pot.

Hot drops of water I poured in each cup.

I grabbed bread and spread on raspberry jam.

Outside, light flashed, and roaring thunder cracked.

The bolt shocked me; the cup fell from my hand.

It shattered and chipped into small pieces.

I was to blame but I accused the sky.

I cried and set it on my father’s desk.

He took my hand and repaired it for me.

He glued the small pieces together again.

While it dried, we baked a small pink fruit cake.

We heated, poured, sugared, and drank our tea.

When he slurped his tea, I laughed very hard.