For my niece, 4/20/09
The clock chimes eleven. "Ding!"
You say in your chirp-chirp voice.
You spy the teacup. "Par-ty! Par-ty!"
You spy the teacup. "Par-ty! Par-ty!"
It's a command, not a choice.
I sit at the knee-high table.
You serve me a cup and plate.
Mommy heads our way. "No!"
Mommy heads our way. "No!"
Your voice tests its weight.
That makes me smile,
Knowing this is just for you and me.
I dream of many more
As you loudly sip your "tea."
Then as fast as it began,
You rise and squirm and flee.
Into Mommy's arms,
With a smile and giggles from all three.
Taken from http://stephcupoftea.blogspot.com/
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