Looking for Trouble

Tea for Three

Come and sit with me and we'll have tea

And talk of things that were and things that are to be

Of places we will go and things that we will see

Just the two of us

My dear daughter...and me.

A little wooden table

With chairs for the two, not three

Yes, of course you may bring your bear

and place him on my knee

No longer just the two of us

Its tea for three, I see

My dear daughter, the bedraggled bear...and me.

The years passed by and you grew up

Framed in memory I still see

Cherub hands dimpled daintily, clutching ivory cup of tea

Twinkle laughter owns the moment

Baby faced and full of glee

Starshine dusted by the angels

Oh, Gods precious gift to me!

If I live to be a hundred

I shall never richer be

Than when I shared your dazzling presence

And together we sipped tea

My dear daughter, the bedraggled bear...and me.

-1998 Lee Scott