by Sonya Van Sickle

Her grandma took the teapot

From the cupboard shelf,

She spooned in tea for Katie

And then some for herself.

Grandma boiled the water

Until the kettle sang.

The water poured, the timer set,

It was ready when it rang!

The china cups on saucers

Clattered gently as she poured,

While Katie sat and watched

Her grandma she adored.

"A little sugar, dear,

And will you have some milk?"

Katie quickly nodded

And the tea went down like silk.

"Shall we have a cookie?"

Grandma's eyes held a twinkle.

"Yes, please," answered Katie

As she spied the ones with sprinkles.

Her grandma held the cookie jar

And waited as she chose;

A butterfly, a star,

A man with a crooked nose.

"Oh which one shall I take?"

Katie asked, a little stumped.

"I'd pick this one," Grandma said,

"He's so nice and plump."

So there sat Katie and Grandma,

Having cookies and their tea.

And Katie said, "What a special time

Just Grandma, tea and me."

About the Author

Sonya is a former news reporter, and is now a freelance writer and actor doing voice over and on camera work in the Dallas area. She's also a tea lover as you can tell from her wonderful poem!