This kind of weather reminds of sipping tea in bed with a book.
Reading about hidden pathways
And witches and warlocks.
Sipping tea while the rain drizzles down
And I miss you
Because it’s the end of the year
And the holidays are especially hard
For someone grieving the loss of a family member.
But as I look at my tea I smile
Because you loved tea.
And I am drinking it for you
Because I hate tea.