I meet each dawn with my grandfather’s teapot , old and blue and stained with the scars of several thousand days

I live in the lee of the hill he lived on for 40 years, I start each day with a tea ritual banishing sleep away, and I think of him

I think of his 99 years on this mortal coil, or at  least the 36 of them I could say I have known

I meet each dawn with my grandfather’s teapot , and I feel old and blue and stained with the scars of 16 thousand days .