The teacups rest in the cupboard
wishing for those days long gone
when friends gathered round the table
filling moments with laughter and songs.
Days came, days went, dreams led our step
to different paths. “Until then,”
we said, believing that distance
is determined solely in miles
while our hearts remained entwined.
If the miles are not bridged again
will our shared memories keep
our kinship strong? From afar
we can hope that we are the same
friends we were from ages ago.
The teacups rest in the cupboard
waiting to prove our friendship true.
MY WALL 
Yes..we all have teacups waiting patiently for old friends.. hoping they will come back for a cuppa!!
True. A few minutes of the good old days will be lovely indeed. 🙂
Such a beautiful poem, Imelda. Love how you entwined teacups, love and friendship all into it. So carefully and cleverly done. “will our shared memories keep our kinship strong” Such a good question. People come and go in our lives, and sometimes we would rather that not happen. I’ve been there quite a few times, and looking back at the memories, they make me feel better 🙂
A touching poem. Such truth and wisdom enclosed! Well done, Imelda.
Thank you, Walter. 🙂
This is soo beautifully penned 🙂
Thanks, Sanaa. 🙂
SMiles.. i never truly
became a friend
until i became
a friend
of me..
and truly
i FeeL we muSt
all lEarn to bE
our own
mothers..
fathers..
sisters
and
brothers
too.. as everyone
needs this assistance..:)
It is said, we cannot give what we do not have. 🙂
And it
Must be
GroWn
And lEarnED..:)
I can see how the memories is patterned in the china… wonderful that you focused on the teacups
A beautiful poem, so rich, and paired with the perfect photograph!
What a nice poem!
What a beautiful poem and accompanying photo. Words that I believe most anyone can relate to!
Wonderful poem and image, Imelda. Very touching.