Wednesday, March 1, 2017


Nothing compares to a steaming mug of tea.
Like a blanket on a cold day, it warms me.
I have a cup before going to sleep at night.
It even helps me on those days when I’m struggling to find that great story to write.
Tea is my drink of choice.
The whistling kettle makes me think of a singer who has a high pitched voice.
©2017 Barbara Irvin

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