A Cup Of Tea

On Bob’s priceless Saturdays
every minute must be used.

Today rush through the shower
dress in weekend clothes
devour eggs and toast.
Time for a cup of tea
before collecting cousin Jim
from the airport to stay the week.
Check the day’s list of jobs
while the tea bag in the mug
brews a rich strong hue.

**** !! We need the wood
for Uncle Tom this morning
to put in skirting around
the new laundry !

Bob leaves his tea to brew,
drives round to the timber yard
puts the timber in his station wagon.

Fred at the checkout
watches him through
the showroom window,
waits for him to come and pay.
But Bob sits in his car
again does not move.
Fred runs out
stares at Bob
calls an ambulance.

Bob’s wife and son
white faced,  stunned,
come with police
to identify, answer questions.
Bob is taken away.

Back in their silent home
in the kitchen they see
the tea bag
sitting in its mug.

The tea is now
a rich strong hue.

Previously posted January 2016.

A Cup Of Tea

11 thoughts on “A Cup Of Tea

    1. Thank you. Yes it was. All in the male line of his family 30 years ago when high cholesterol was not yet fully understood or well treated. His brother, father, and father’s brother all went very suddenly at very early ages.

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      1. Sounds familiar. These four men died in their fifties so they were luckier. All moderate sensible eaters, and drinkers, all active and got plenty of exercise. “Bob’s eldest plucked up the courage to get her cholesterol levels tested at 19 and they were through the roof. Her two younger siblings took a while to get tested, but were all similarly unlucky.

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