Poems by Meg Mack by Margaret Mack - HTML preview

PREPARING FOR AFTERNOON TEA

The nuts are out, the savouries made,
The dips and the dried fruits ready.
The coffe table is set up and laid.
Now, girl, just keep it steady.
Should I make the tea?
No. They might be late.
Should I open the wine?
No. I’d better wait.
I love playing hostess,
But the suspense
Of belated guests
Makes me so tense.
It’s got to be perfect.
I start hours before,
Then there’s nothing to do
‘Til that knock on the door.
I sit proudly gazing
At the fruit of my skill.
To me it’s amazing