I wrote this poem on a quiet Sunday morning, watching the steam rise from my cup of tea. There’s something magical about those small moments that make life feel complete.
I wanted to capture that feeling when everything just clicks into place, when you realize that happiness isn’t about the big things but about appreciating what’s right in front of you. This poem is about finding joy in the simple rhythm of daily life.
Morning Tea
the kettle whistles on the stove,
steam dancing in the morning light,
your laugh echoes through the kitchen,
warmth spreads like honey through my chest;
i watch you stir sugar clockwise,
the same way your mother taught you,
these small rituals anchor us,
like roots finding rich soil;
sunlight paints golden squares,
across our wooden table,
where we plan weekend adventures,
and share dreams over toast;
the newspaper crinkles between us,
but our eyes keep meeting,
finding stories more interesting,
than any headline could offer;
this ordinary tuesday morning,
becomes a masterpiece of moments,
where happiness tastes like tea,
and love sounds like quiet laughter.
