Daily Tea
Dedicated to Our Mommies
Sweet memories are patterns traced
Into the threadbare and worn carpet
Nothing of substance can be erased
Though the whole world is not a perfect set
The heart is filled with moving energy
Like the sweetest of comforting tea
Holding close, abutting one another
Only then do we light each other's eyes
The tea is the love of every mother
Always holding out one more surprise
So in this cup we toast each of you
Never being able to give half what you are due
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