I keep thinking about
your yellow gardening hat
and the way you used to tip
the olive green watering can over
ever-so-slightly
so the water would
splash my head --
to help me grow,
you said.
And I can almost hear
your sweet, strong voice
say my name when I walked
into your room and surprised you
even though
I think you always expected me,
somehow --
I hear your delight,
even now.
Oh, I haven't had a tea party in ages
but I remember how
to make a proper pot
and how to hold it
as I pour
and how you
take [took] your tea --
and not just becase
you take [took] it like me.
