In the heart of the day when the world feels slow,
There’s a place I retreat where warm pleasures grow.
Where porcelain cups cradle sips of delight,
And soft candle flames cast a welcoming light.
With florals and lace and a hostess well-dressed.
A table of beauty beyond all compare.
The chatter is gentle, the laughter is sweet,
As lady friends gather, their circle complete.
We savor the moment, both present and past,
In the glow of good company, time doesn’t last.
There’s joy in the tiered stand, stacked high and proud,
With finger-sized sandwiches drawing a crowd.
Savories mingled with scones warm and fair,
Served with butter and jam in the cool afternoon air.
And oh—the desserts! Such dainty delight,
Tiny treasures to charm and excite.
Each bite a memory, sugar and cream,
A pause in the day, a soft-spoken dream.
For me, it’s not just the tea in the cup,
But the way that it lifts the spirit up.
The ritual, the laughter, the peace that it brings,
The magic of friendship, and all that it means.
A tea party isn’t just cups filled with cheer,
It’s a moment where hearts draw quietly near.
A passion, a pleasure, a time set apart—
A little poured joy for the soul and the heart.
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