THERE IS NO END TO WISHING

 

THERE IS NO END TO WISHING

When I am hungry

The thing I’d love most

Is plum preserves on

Hot buttered toast

Butter as sweet and as creamy as cream

And black pekoe tea with radiant steam

In a glazed green fat bellied teapot with pink roses on it.

And I would be good as gold I know

If suddenly then it began to snow

Outside my window;

Inside Christmas glow

Oh plum jam oh butter as gold as the sun

And black tea so dreamy

And fried eggs so homey

And the day all before me like one drop

Of honey from the honeycomb.

mary angela douglas 21 july 2024