I long for the days when saucers weren't absent.
When teacups rested gently on top of their friendly
companion and often alongside a delicatable cookie.
I daydreamt the day away with visions of tiny
little teaspoons clinking these robbin's egg
blue saucers and creating such a beautiful sound.
I wish for tea parties and tiny triangle sandwiches.
There was a time when women dyed the bread.
I want to eat purple cucumber, diagonally cut sandwiches.
I just really miss saucers.
They weren't a major part of my
growing up or anything, but I think the gesture of them is nice,
their existence is rather beautiful.
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