COLD CUP
Many times to you I wandered
Slow in pace, in fact I sauntered
In my sweats, I'd freshly laundered
To fill you up with bags of tea
But to my dismay, my displeasure
I'd turn from you, my drink, so treasured
And in a voice thats slow and measured
I'd ask my kids whats needed of me
I'd tend to them, their woes and troubles
"I want a snack!", "I need more bubbles!"
And with my mind still weak and muddled
I'd attempt, again, to heat my tea
And so the patterned soon repeated
Until my soul was beat - defeated
I felt so empty and so cheated
My cup still cold, I long for thee
And now you sit, no longer turning
My lesson I am still just learning
To quench my thirst, to fill my yearing
When my children cannot call to me.
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