a cup of tea
a story of love and heartbreak
I set the tiny cup on top, slow and with care,
for I do not want to tip the tea, I've made for you, over.
*
I sit down, with my own cup in hand,
and I lift the cup to my lips and take a sip as I wait.
*
I look at your cup, only to find it still full when mine is near bare,
what is once warm has now gone cold with time.
*
I stay on my seat, with a cold cup of tea in front of me
for I do not want to face the fact that you are not here.
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Sophie Garcia
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Author of poetry book Bittersweet: An Anthology.
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Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson8 days ago in Pride
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Wow. Tough competition. Great poem