Made Like My Grandad Used To Do

Ten stops down the line That's where the place is The place I call mine. Ten stops to go 'Till I get home and let today go. An old lady sits opposite me Smiles and says she's looking forward to a hot cup of tea. This pleasure of her day makes the cold go away The journey through the city and along the river bank I ask if she has milk, sugar and biscuits to dunk? She smiles and says she very particular with her brew. One and half teaspoons and no more; or it's quite simply a poor do! A teaspoon of milk; gold top full cream or another pour it will be! I smile back and ask her why so precise with her tea? She looks straight at me. It's my link back to my past. An old friend of youth I've never lost. Made like my grandad used to do Like buttered corners on his bread too. Buttered all over the slice of bread That's what my grandad always said. So my cup of tea is part of me With it I find I can relax quite deeply. But it has to be just right. Or I won't relax tonight. Five stops down and she gets to her feet This is my stop she says to me. Goodnight she says as she smiles at me. Goodnight I say back but before she turns from me I say: 'enjoy your cup of tea'.