One More Cup Of Tea

I may have lost a little steam,
A little of my zing,
But there's still a cup inside of me,
One delicious cup of tea,
That might be just the thing
For someone who has dropped their cup,
Whose pot of hope has all dried up,
Can't make their kettle sing.

I still have hopeful little drops,
Some smiles I've kept to share,
There's laughter waiting to pop up,
To add some bubbles to their cup,
Some warm and pleasant fare;
Some bits of sunshine,
Sips of Spring
That I've infused with care;

For tiny cups of kindness are
The humblest of guests;
They don't intrude on solitude,
They're sensitive and never rude,
They understand that listening
Is the sweetener that is best;

A cup of hope, so sweet and fine's
The best of partners anytime,
Perhaps the perfect Valentine!
  Edie Batstone