Alway it was utterly captive
to watch these fine demure ladies
in silken and splendor attire
That glistened with the power of fire

Alway yet so modest
They sat at the white linen table
each sunday as they were seated
their warm hearts spoke as each one they greeted.

Away there was the thought
in these inspired moments
as they conversed and sipped their tea
knowing once again,it would be time to leave.

Alway there'd be another Sunday
to come together to share their hearts
to sit under the clear blue sky
sipping tea,between each small "sigh"