Over my tea cup

Peering down, An orange rough ball of fur, Bugging me, Sniffing, Pawing, Courious, Stuck her lips in my tea, Seeking a taste, Silly little girl, I told her matter of ‘you are not old enough for good hot tea with a shot of milk!’ Nana started me at five! Fifty-nine years ago, My pure NorwegianContinue reading “Over my tea cup”

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