Like Coffee, Like Tea

 

 

                                 Morning tea, Coffee beak,

                                 Such things are taken for granted.

                                 Yet if the brewing pot’s leak,

                                 The Coffee machine is bleak,

                                 Everything seems to go berserk:

                                 For such things are not to be ignored,

                                 Coffee is more than water poured.

                                 Without the liquids of first ray of day,

                                 Things get meddled,

                                 People get played.

                                 And so I say with not a single waver,

                                 Mothers are like tea without a flavor,

                                 They are silent,

                                 Ever-looking,

                                 They are blacksmiths so different,

                                 Mending hearts and sewing larks,

                                 They are like tea, like coffee.

                                 With them by your side,

                                 Things are complete,

                                 For mother are like an all-knowing guide.

                                 Yet you take them for granted,

                                 Never uttering a single word of thanks,

                                 When they smile,

                                 When they save tuitions in their banks.

                                 But like tea, like coffee,

                                 When they are afar,

                                 Life is like wood stuck in tar,

                                 No beginnings appear,

 

                               

                               No ends tie themselves up,

                               No one left to comfort fears,

                               No one left to call you a dear.

                               Yet they never complain,

                               When you take them for granted.

                               Just like coffee, like tea.

 

Reviews

[just is]

This is awesome, love it

[Heather Clayton]

comparing mothers to tea/coffee, very original, well done :O)

[Underestimated]

awwww. Very sweet, a little grammar problems maybe, but totally worth it just to read this incredible poem.

[Night]

This is cool

[Sydnye Louise]

mmmm makes me want coffee, and tea..nice write. :)

[MusicJunkie]

This is really good. It couldn't be more true. Nice!