26.
Sweet china dish
I see you there each night
filled with milk for me,
bit of bread leaning
on the golden rim.
If I come early
I might see you
there on the table
with a pat of butter
ready for my favorite
to grace her bigger slice.
Then she wipes you
with the bread she set aside
she adorns it with
a slice of berry
she fills the dish
from the creamer
and sets it on the sill
for my nightly repast.
