I Am

I am an old porcelain teacup.

Waiting with the others on the shelf of a thrift store.

At first, I look wonderful, "can this teacup really be here? they ask themselves.

"Missed by the other shoppers, forsaken for the matching set of four?"

As they pick me up, they can see my handle has been carefully glued on.

There is crazing on the petals of my hand painted English tea roses,

a chip or two along the un- used rim.

Not as wonderful as they first thought... and my saucer is unmatched -

as I was separated from my base long long ago.

Too bad.

Not the find they hoped  for.

Once again, I'm returned to the crowed shelf

I am interesting, inspected, but clearly not perfect and returned again and again.  

You, can see my beauty, my potential, an ability to hold a perfect cup of tea.

I am a found treasure to you.

Those who know you, notice your affinity to this old teacup.

It is a strange cup to choose as your favorite, they think.

You wash me carefully.

Give me a place especially cleared in the cupboard, and feel blessed to find me,

waiting for you daily, bringing you comfort, warmth, nourishment.

Those who know you very well can understand. Some also see my beauty, other not -

I am yours.