My friend bought me two fine teacups
When she came, one of four, to stay
As a thank you when her clan left
With thanks, on the very last day
Shae and I were very close then
We talked of our hopes and fears
Years later, her husband left her
She phoned, she was ill, in tears
The two teacups were neglected
Not a match, like buyers remorse
Her gift hidden in a corner -
Her voice infrequent, and hoarse
The cups were pushed back, neglected
Sat in a lonely, distant place
I rarely washed dust collected
Replaced, like her forgotten face
We did not drink tea but coffee
We did not need them for our tea.
Then one day we needed soup bowls
Why not tea cups? Right size, and free
Yes, now the cups are out again
We love them, use them daily
Maybe I should call up my friend
Like the cups, retrieved so gaily
Often old garments, like old friends
Are still too good to throw away
After years they come back in use
Like an old dog's, new, treasured, day.
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