Bitter-sweet, a poem on Mother’s Day

Frothy green tea atop the table reminds me of us
We are sitting in a kitchen illuminated by the glow of morning sun,
sipping the tea of bitter, the milk of sweet
between words of longing, healing and dreams
She listens – as a mother would- 
until the cup becomes hollow as a tunnel sound, 
I pour out my anxious heart hungry for a miracle – 
When will this illness end? 
until words settle like sticky residue at the bottom of a mug
There’s only so many words of wanting before the cup runs dry
She knows I never liked the waiting – even amidst the beauty of dawn -
healing takes longer than tea time in the morning
Still, waiting is necessary for true healing to come
In the stillness is mending of a mind and mother-
Daughter relationships built with time 
On the other side are bitter moments turned sweet, 
Time has a way of filling the cup again
Fulfilling dreams, restoring empty relationships
I will remember the bitter-sweet moments of her and I
In the end, they helped me to fly.