Tea Time in North Cambridge

Steam rises from a cup of Barry’s tea,
the sink is full of the day’s dishes,
yorkshire pudding still scents the air
mingled with the smell of burned gas
like many old Cambridge apartments.    
She inhales the tannic scent while
the radio squawks a thick brogue and
grand children run about the yard.
At half of five, their Mum calls them in.
She smiles proudly at her husband,
happy for the company and thrilled
that they are here, in a welcoming land.