Io sono una teiera

Io sono una teiera: there are moments when I am filled with the warmth and comfort of a cup of tea.
There are times when the liquid inside of me is cold and refreshes those who drink of it.
And sometimes I boil and those who take from me thinking they will be satisfied are burned at the first taste.
Io sono una teiera: I am made from porcelain and can easily be broken when people are careless with me.
I am made of tin and steel and aluminum. I can stand the test of time and am strong enough to live for generations.
Io sono una teiera: most of the world gathers around me at meals. Political discussions arise because of my presence and are sometimes settled if I just last long enough. I am unique to each place and time, with the Indians I am spicy and old, with the British creamy and sweet, with the Americans – well they don’t quite know what to do with me.
Io sono una teiera: I am sometimes put up on a shelf and forgotten about and on special occasions I am proudly displayed like some type of masterpiece.
Io sono una teiera: I am sometimes polished and decorated with fineries, but most frequently I am common. I am dented and plain and those who appreciate my beauty do so only through the memories of unity and happiness I have been a part of.
Io sono una teiera.