Social Comment - The Reader Of Tea-Cups Poem by Paul Warren

A friend of my mother's read tea cups
And when I came home from schoolwe would ante up
She would be in the lounge room awaiting us
We would drink our tea and go in without fuss

So we would sit there with up turned cup on our plate
And read what our future from the cup she would make
My mother said the tea cup was an instrument
And that you would see what the Lord would have sent

This lady had learnt her skill during the time after the Great War
When death had called far too often that our families saw
So the Spiritual Church sanctified these people whose life had been mired
During the Great War when their soldier's death had transpired

She was the one who told of my spirit guide
An older man in a suit who stood with pride
The thing the I could never work out
How she knew some things that I did not let out

© Paul Warren Poetry