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 up grime

Or so it seemed like there was

If I don't do it, who does? 

A mother's tea is always cold. 

 

Perfect cup, at the ready

Time to sit, nice and steady

Ahh...what's that sound? 

Oops, someone's on the ground

Time to pick them up 

And put down the cup. 

A mother's tea is always cold. 

 

But their hearts are always warm

As are the palms they hold 

And the little arms that fold 

Around their tired necks

A mother's tea is always cold

But their warmth is manifold.