Sweet smell of Chocolate
Steams from the china rim
The prints of Alice’s Wonderland
Jump from the black and white glass.
We read our stories of the Mad Hatter
And the disappearing owl.
Now I sit with my cup brimmed over
Spilling on the characters of yesterday.
Thinking of the friends I use to share
Our thoughts and our dreams.
As we dressed like Alice and
Was just as mischief.
I salute time, and friendship
Like the crooked clock on the wall
The hurried rabbit disappearing into
The garden of hearts and evil queens.
Our life has been full of it all.
The Alice in me hopes we are never lost.
Lost in the days of technology
And pretending with a cup and saucer.
We lived in magic and the magical
And maybe they really did exist.
Sooo, we tip our cups not with tea,
But sweet hot cocoa and stories.