Earliest Memory Of Grandma: An Ode

She would wake up early

To get the household ready                                        

Tidy and prompt was her way

Any other means would definitely mean a  nay!

I vividly remember the balcony sessions

That transpired during summer evenings.

She called them 'family time'

In her unspoken way.

She would gather the kids

Talk to them about fireflies

And also that old tree in her village,

Which she believed housed a giant witch!

Sometimes angry

Most times good-humored

I recall her as a genuine beauty

She loved to knit sweaters

And adored the red peppers

That were part of her kitchen garden.

For all the time you

Lovingly picked me up 

And held me close.

I would like to say, 

Thank you, Grandma!

You will always remain 

An integral part of my heart.

I am 'Tea'

I bring calm

Bundled with some warmth                                        

For your palm.                                                                                               

I bring taste

And Yes! you can even

Use my bio-waste.

I swirl and steep

For you my peep

You cannot deny that I make you sometimes

Write too deep

And I am always meant to be a keep.

At most times, it gets pretty hot in here,

However, I would like to know

How are you feeling over there?

I come in yellow,

To take away your mellow.

Also, in green

To tone down your inner scream.

I go very well with or without cream

Some of you even label my presence, as Supreme.

I hate to get spilled over

Coffee is my mate , You ask?

Oh! that is almost a never.

I just hope to make you smile 

And get you some dreams happy and wild!

P.S: Dedicated to all tea lovers!