Tea parties
Pink plastic chairs,
Our dolls curly hairs,
All set up, a tiny table,
Two little girls playing fables.
Now years have passed
And we have grown,
I often find myself sitting alone…
In my grown up adult home,
Remembering memories
And sipping tea,
Wondering how this came to be.
a.l.c
Cute picture! I like your poem. I wonder how this all came to be, too! ❤ That photo looks like my granddaughter, Faithy! ❤ Adorable!!
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😊 thank you! It’s a picture of me and my younger sister in 1995 🥰💗
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Tea parties-what a wonderful childhood memory! Thanks for the poem! 💕
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💗 thank you for reading
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