Waking up to that first cup of tea
Served in the bed.
Quite evident was the glee
From the cheeks that were almost red,
on that cold morning in the winter.
Thousands of stories shared
Over the cup of tea
Which was mostly paired
With those home baked cookies.
I still remember how you used to run
To check on the boiling tea.
I'd laugh at it every-time
The sight I'd get to see.
Now I don't see you running for the boiling tea.
Either you've figured out a trick or
Will I finally hear you say,
"It seems, age has finally caught with me"
But today on my death bed,
I want to thank you for
every cup of tea you made;
I don't think that your debt could ever be paid.
Your selfless love that you shared
With me,
Is this long journey that was possible
only because of these countless cups of tea.
