There Is No End To Wishing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

When I am hungry
The thing I'd love most
Is plum preserves on
Hot buttered toast
Butter as sweet and as creamy as cream
And black pekoe tea with radiant steam
In a glazed green fat bellied teapot with pink roses on it.
And I would be good as gold I know
If suddenly then it began to snow
Outside my window;
Inside Christmas glow.
Oh plum jam oh butter as gold as the sun
And black tea so dreamy
And fried eggs so homey
And the day all before me like one drop
Of honey from the honeycomb.
mary angela douglas 21 july 2024