is a little tea light,
In the corner of my room.
It sits there day and night,
Waiting in the gloom.
When will someone come to tea,
And think to turn it on?
The creamy glow it offers,
Quiet light, warm and strong.
The tea light was a gift,
From a friend, so long ago.
Of bone china cup and saucer,
To reflect the light just so.
A friend will come for tea,
And ask me “What is that?”
I flip it on to add some light,
And liveliness to our chat.
And as the tea warms us,
So does the constant glow,
Of the tea light in the corner,
Warming hearts with its calming show.

©2011 Joanna DeRungs