An Ode to My 8 Months Forever Date

Here's to my forever date for tea.

The last eight ( months have been filled with glee.

You are enough; I don't need a "he".

To mummy's heart, you're the only key.

Cakes, Cookies, whatever you'd like with tea.

I will always agree.

Whatever time it will be.

I'll do it, even mornings at three.

I sip my chamomile tea,

As I wrote this poem for thee,

You with tea, mountains & of course me.

That's how I imagine it will be.