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Tea Party


Little girls play with dolls  

And drink pretend tea. 

While I was playing parent 

And making food for three. 

Daddy left. 

Momma drank. 

And where did that leave me? 

Four years old  

Growing up, 

 And wishing for pretend tea.

 

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