I smile at my wife,
At the confetti blossom,
And us oldyweds.
I like to think that the slight tannin stain on my old chipped mug is where the mug itself stores its own fond memories of tea. ☕
I thank the woman who picked the leaf,
the farmer who milked the cow,
the potter who made my old, chipped mug,
and the present for just being now. ☕