We sip this tea
all the way from China
in the china cups
that see more dust than use
yet you get them out for me
high tea with mother was something else
and thats what I miss the most
now your dead and gone
unless you believe in ghosts
ghosts exist only in the mind
and mother thats what’s makes me
miss you most
your ghost exists for me
but those china cups
made the tea taste like nectar
and I miss you mother
thats why a tear
from my eye
slips down ward.