A mother's tea is always cold
A mother's tea is always cold
Scrabbled together between dish washes
Brewed while the wash is locked and loaded
Or loaded and locked, who even knows?
A mother's tea is always cold.
Over brewed or under, teabag out in thunder
Speed or is it lightning? Who even knows?
A mother's tea is always cold.
When it's hot, there's always time
To pick up messes, clean...
Wednesday 31st July 2024 12:37 am
Mother, wife, house.
Broken. Or tired. I'm not sure.
I couldn't love them any more.
Any more than I already do.
Words are funny things too.
I yearn for the energy to play
All day with my loves. Just play
With a happy, energetic heart.
Yet here I struggle at the start
Just to be present and chirpy
To have the patience of thirty
I feel abandoned at the helm
No help just looks of overwhelm
As if it's my ...
Monday 1st July 2024 9:00 pm
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