She gazes at you
Like a doting mother,
When she pours you tea,
The world suddenly seems better.
Her little tea room,
is open to all.
You can always run to her,
No matter, how hard you fall.
She will lend you an ear,
As you pour you heart out.
She does not judge you,
She will never shout.
In a roomful of people,
This magical lady in white.
Can make each one feel,
As if they are the star of the night
She keeps you entrapped,
with her stories and lore.
When the cup dries out.
You can’t help, asking for more.
I am so far away from home,
Alone on this Mother’s day
What I wouldn’t do,
For another tea time with you, Aunty Ji...
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