You – a PLAIN scone with
A SPECK of cream;
Me – a slice of toast with
A big pat of butter.
Our tea bags STEEP,
The milk and honey await.

Georg’ann

At the sturdy blue table,
eyes scan to locate thought,
then she tells me how DOUBT
made her a better mother.
Certainty a binding STRAP.
Once it broke, she and her kids
scrambled up STEEP hills
as naturally as mountain goats.

Heather