Tea Poem: Mom's Cup
Kym Gordon MooreSteam curls from lemon tea, soothing throats and slowing time. Mother rocks in floral tapestry calm, bone china poised like a scale, never spilling, claiming she only rests her eyes. I inherit her ritual and drowsy balance, lulled by remembered warning: wake up before the comfort burns.
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