T E A T I M E

When I was but a little girl,
my Mama said to me,
"Let's set your little table
and have a cup of tea."
She let me wear her "taffeta"
and her brooch of filigree;
She pinned a rose up in her hair
and made a pot of tea.
Mama made some sandwiches
and trimmed off all the crust.
She cut them once, then once again;
Oh, my did Mama fuss!
I never will forget the day
when Mama put on tea,
and we sat and sipped
from dainty cups,
Just Mama, and Dolly, and me.

"Don't you see that children are God's best gift? 
the fruit of the womb His generous legacy? 
(Psalm 127:3 The Message Bible)