Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Mum, you are over
three thousand kilometres from
a hug and some tea.

a still lake morning
a tea, and coffee for one
yelling at the lake
The docile teabag sits
waiting for boiling water.
Sitting and waiting still
to release sweet smells.
The teabag reminds me
of so many life moments.
Sitting and waiting still
for the internet to work.
Sitting and waiting soft
to play the next episode.
Sitting and staring at
a book until cross-eyed.