Tea In The Night Poem by Marilyn Jean

The week was too long
Then got even tougher
Toward its conclusion
Today was worse than all
To exhaustion

Then
Peace in the night
Comes with hot tea
Alone, I sit in the night
Some green leaves float
In my steaming cup
Lemon verbena from the bush
Grown in last summer's sun
Like any summers passed
I remember, together
When we drank some
O, so long ago
Often
Mango tea it was
Then, I am happy
For tonight you are free
No more pain nor sorrow
No more for you
Not at all
Not anymore
No

Now
I finished my tea
One last drop tasted of honey
I try to dry my tears
And even to cheer a bit
Recalling again
You are free