Who invented this sagacious jug,
With lid and spout and handle all in curves?
Why do restaurants use just one tea bag,
So savaged by hot water, it’s unnerved?
Are teapots reminiscent of the breast
Which nurtured us and gave us nourishment?
Our mother’s milk became our loving feast.
While deprivation seemed harsh punishment
A ceremony,ritual and a rest,
For friends enjoy to watch the tea poured out
And family sit around and feel well blessed
Such kindness comes much better from a spout
A teapot’s more essential than a phone.
Such sphere nearby, you’ll never feel alone.
How my heart sings 