Tea Together

A couple of weeks ago I decided to open the yellowed and torn cardboard box that lay undisturbed in the bottom of my closet. Its contents hold something I have no memories of, but feel connected to.

It is my mothers china she picked when she married in 1975.

I never remember them being used growing up, but when my grandmother gave them to me a few years ago, I instantly loved them. The delicate white with silver linings... all with the most intricate pattern (that my camera doesn't pick up).

I laugh and think it high time to makes some memories... all while covering an ache, knowing this is just a mothers way of trying to slow time.

So, we have tea... on Monday, Wednesday, & Friday afternoons. We drink of raspberries, blueberries, and peppermint. We eat 'tea cakes', usually graham sticks and we discuss what we call topics of general interest... whatever Ali wants to talk about. And I love her while happy aches inside.

For when I'm all yellowed and torn by time's path, I pray there aren't any treasures inside that were never opened, never shared.