Red Teakettle


When I was little,
My mother had
This red teakettle
That would keep tea warm
For hours on end.

I remember the way
I held it in my chubby toddler arms,
The way my mother would pour
A seemingly endless stream
Of hot tea,
Tea that would warm me down
To the smallest atom
Of my existence.

You
Are like that teakettle.
For all the years I have known and loved you,
You have never failed to keep me warm
Even on the coldest of winter’s days.
Your words
Are the tea for my soul,
And you
Never fail to bring me peace
In the way that only a warm drink
Could ever do.

Red Teakettle

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