Mother's Tea

Slowly, methodically she sipped the piping hot tea from the delicate, china cup Looking around the table, at the smiling faces, so full of love, and wisdom, drinking it up. Every age of life represented in those smiles Some new, some wizened, others starting to show the lifetime miles. Looking into eyes so much like her own She knew she would never be alone. Years may pass quickly as time flies But she will always have those beloved memories to guide her by. Allowed to join that sacred club and wear its tear-soaked badges with pride Not even close to being prepared for that terrifying, yet joy-filled ride. Motherhood: With nothing but words to live by and mother’s intuition, Old wives tales and superstition These women have raised generations. Loving, guiding, Sharing, abiding Living, laughing, crying, screaming Sighing, fighting Cooking, dreaming. Blessed child brings them together, Three generations bound by love and tea Three separate women bound by the ties of family.