February 14, 2025
Her welcoming smile,
Invited me for tea,
Kindly, I accepted,
Then followed her inside.
She offered me a seat,
I obliged, then sat down,
At a seat, by the door,
Closest to the window.
With care, she placed her best,
Creamer, sugar and then
Cups, saucers and some spoons,
Followed by the teapot.
Just before she sat down,
She carefully poured tea,
A cup for me, then her,
Then passed a plate of sweets.
Filled with homemade sweet treats.
Cookies, brownies and more,
Politely, I took one,
One of this, one of that.
In between bites and sips,
She took a breath and sighed,
I smiled and took a chance,
Politely asked questions.
For every question asked,
She shared candid answers,
Without flinching one time,
She continued sharing.
She smiled contently,
Much like a grandmother,
Telling her life story,
From childhood onward.
In her time, she told tales,
She shared a short prelude,
How her storytelling,
A snapshot of her life,
Like photographs taken,
Throughout her well-lived years,
But set to her own voice,
Telling tales of past days.
Intentionally she crafts,
Each word, carefully picked,
Making sure nothing said,
Could be misunderstood.
Representing her life,
Through each life’s milestones,
Empathetically,
She showed her emotions.
Her voice tells her journey,
Sharing her learned lessons,
Overcoming hurdles,
Even cherished moments.
Not once did her words pass,
Adversities she faced,
Just challenges conquered,
Throughout her long-lived life.
Once we finished our tea,
Both our appetites filled.
She weaved her story’s end,
Living with no regrets.
Leaving her empty plate,
With no sign of sweet treats.
Meeting stomach’s hunger,
Then with our mind’s content.
Only to see the time,
We both escaped our day,
Filled with noise and to do’s,
Chasing chores and errands.
To think it all began,
With an exchange of
A friendly greeting and
Her warm welcoming smile.
Invited me for tea,
Kindly, I accepted,
Then followed her inside.
She offered me a seat,
I obliged, then sat down,
At a seat, by the door,
Closest to the window.
With care, she placed her best,
Creamer, sugar and then
Cups, saucers and some spoons,
Followed by the teapot.
Just before she sat down,
She carefully poured tea,
A cup for me, then her,
Then passed a plate of sweets.
Filled with homemade sweet treats.
Cookies, brownies and more,
Politely, I took one,
One of this, one of that.
In between bites and sips,
She took a breath and sighed,
I smiled and took a chance,
Politely asked questions.
For every question asked,
She shared candid answers,
Without flinching one time,
She continued sharing.
She smiled contently,
Much like a grandmother,
Telling her life story,
From childhood onward.
In her time, she told tales,
She shared a short prelude,
How her storytelling,
A snapshot of her life,
Like photographs taken,
Throughout her well-lived years,
But set to her own voice,
Telling tales of past days.
Intentionally she crafts,
Each word, carefully picked,
Making sure nothing said,
Could be misunderstood.
Representing her life,
Through each life’s milestones,
Empathetically,
She showed her emotions.
Her voice tells her journey,
Sharing her learned lessons,
Overcoming hurdles,
Even cherished moments.
Not once did her words pass,
Adversities she faced,
Just challenges conquered,
Throughout her long-lived life.
Once we finished our tea,
Both our appetites filled.
She weaved her story’s end,
Living with no regrets.
Leaving her empty plate,
With no sign of sweet treats.
Meeting stomach’s hunger,
Then with our mind’s content.
Only to see the time,
We both escaped our day,
Filled with noise and to do’s,
Chasing chores and errands.
To think it all began,
With an exchange of
A friendly greeting and
Her warm welcoming smile.
In Memory of Vera Tischler
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