tea

tonight
the world howling cold
(-39 with the wind chill)
i made a cup of tea.

it seemed so lonely
one cup of tea.

i wish i was sitting at your table, sister,
sharing a pot of chai
topped with frothy milk
and sprinkles of cinnamon

rummaging through our minds
pulling out things to laugh over
mull over.

i miss you, sister.
thank you for your steadfast love
and your tea.

tonight, i hope you are curled up happy
hugging the thin pottery close
filled with warmth.