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OLD BLUE WILLOW TEA POT
It was just an old blue willow tea pot
from eighteen twenty two
and I thought it was so pretty
with figures painted white and blue
It was a wedding gift for great grand ma
from her Momma and her Dad
and it always sat there in the same spot
on it's cloth of yellowed plaid
If it could talk, what tales that it could tell
it could tell you of the parties
and a few so sad fare wells
it could tell you of all the tea that it had brewed
and if you put some honey in it, it was good for cold and flu
it might tell you of the good times
it could tell you of some bad
it could tell you what brought the family laughter
it could say what made them sad
It could tell you how the crack got in it's bottom
and t'was afraid it'd break in two
when a yankee soldier threw it
when all their pleasures were too few
It could tell you of delicious teas
and some could put you in the mood
and when some folks had a swig of it
it sometimes caused a family feud
Well when great grand ma went to heaven
then there was grand Ma, and Mom was number three
and when Momma died last summer
it was handed down to me
And now it sits upon my table
so stylish and so bold
with those little Chinese figures
now so faded and so old
Oh how I love that old tea pot
and I wonder, does it ever think
of the cabin 'neath the tree
and the Indians all a coming
hollering like deamons
running wild and free
I wonder, does it remember
outlaws coming up the hill
and Grand ma wondering where to hide it
and finally put it down the well
I think, does it remember
my Momma bringing hot tea out to Dad
out there in the shade
as he plowed the fields in the spring time
and as they drank their steaming tea
all the plans that they had made
Oh I remember many things about this old tea pot
as I reach out and gently clasp
and I hope previous memories will come down from me
and that they will always last
For my daughter will inherit
when I don't need it any more
and I hope she loves it just as much
as Great Grand Ma did before
