My mother (God rest her soul) would break out in song and dance with the slightest, or even no, provocation. She was not Adele and could sing way better than me, she could not remember all the words to most of the songs she sang, and then there was always that ‘make up words as you go along’ to fill in the blank spots…which I think she did on purpose just to annoy me.
But Tea for Two was not just any song; she gave the whole soft-shoe-tap-dance like I was watching a 1920’s vaudevillian show.
Tea for two and two for tea
Me for you, and you for me..alone!
enter the soft-shuffle with full 360 degree turn while wearing a flowered housecoat and slippers. Yes it was quite a sight.
As I would sit there and shake my head at what I was seeing and hearing, she would say, “you will miss my singing when I am gone”. I miss more things about her than I can ever count; her singing is not one of them. Maybe I need more than 5 yrs time to appreciate it.
simplygiselle 
Wonderful memories…a cup of tea is not only full of tea, but it has memories either in the making or already has made one.
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I would go so far as to say that it is more a social drink that to savor the tea (only because I see how most people dump so much milk and sugar in it whats the point?!)….
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Well, if mothers were the sole criteria, we’d be twins.
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Fraternal twins… I don’t have a mustache 😉
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I made it! I clicked on you picture from the like on my post and it round-aboutly guided me here! Loved this post. I am the same way with my grandmother. She once told me I wouldn’t lay a dandelion on her tombstone. She was wrong.
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Glad to see you made it 😉 love your persistence. the WP peeps worked their magic.
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