She waits for me to come from school,
Our "Afternoon Tea" has become a rule.
I will tell of my day; both the good and bad
Mom will want to know what kind of day I've had.
My stool sits before my pretty tea set,
And I will serve, as Mom taught me, yet.
My dolls are all set up in a row.
Mom knows them all by name, you know.
We will drink our tea; and we will have a chat.
Mom with share with me all the things that
Are so important for me to know.
She's so proud of me, and she loves me so.
Memories of Our Afternoon Tea,
Bring stinging tears back to me,
For I miss my Mom still~~~oh,when will it be
That we meet again for "Heavenly Afternoon Tea"???