Sweet Tea

November 19, 2009
By Anonymous

Sweet not sour,
nor cold, nor hot
Dreamily refreshing,
under the balcony's light.
Eyes wandering up the lumpy hills,
till they reach the moon, who's suddenly still.
The key to kindness,
the wall of wisdom.
A gift from God.
My mother's sweet tea.

The author's comments:
I wrote this in sixth grade. I love the simplicity of this piece. reading over it, I remember why I fell in love with my mother's sweet tea. It is incomparable to any other tea simply because my mom made it.

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