Swirling Tea

The swirling tea steams off the stove,

I wonder what the Irish thought here.

They mix their tea with milk and sugar,

and one more thing that other's discover.

They add a decadent taste

like none can find.

It swirls with steam

as the milk swirls round.

Then last that's mixed 

is a sweet perfume.

A glorious flavour

of alcohol to be sure.

They add a small touch,

one can adore.

My final lullaby subsides

and I add some Bailey's --

                 ...a final stride.

Reviews

[Y.F.]

Definitely stirs up some memories.
I was never really sure why they call it "Irish a drink" - are you people made out of alcohol? (though I can't say I'd be surprised if you were)
I find alcohol very unproductive when it comes to solving your problems, or dealing with your pain - it just makes you feel worse.
I never drink when I'm depressed, because I know that the alcohol would just get even more negative feelings and thoughts out of me.
What helps is talking about it.

I am, however, a well known drinker when it comes to happier occasions, and I did very much enjoyed the poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a very good cup of Irish beverage. I drank a few Irish coffees in my time. A excellent poem. Your description and story was very good.
Coyote