Friday Poetry - au courant...

Yellow at 18 months

Taking a shower, preparing to go out.
Date night.
Late afternoon sunlight falls from the open
window and filters through my yellow striped shower curtain.

The door bangs.
Someone is in the room;
A giggle, throaty chuckle answers my greeting.
I hear a tinkling melody -
the song of the pale yellow toy teapot.
The curtain pulls back,
A small hand stretches in holding out
an offering.
"Wan tea?"

She holds a plastic Easter leftover,
half an egg upturned in her hand.
The imaginary tea from that yellow cup is
the most refreshing drink I've had all day.