I stare sometimes, At the tea cup, that is, The one that I put my very British tea in. But if I looked closer, I would notice its intricate design And excessive size. I stare sometimes, At the old carpet, that is, The one that Mum bought, When we were still young. But if I looked closer, I would notice the yellow stain Upon those fading patterns. I stare sometimes, At my mum, that is. The now 73 year old woman, Who gave birth to me. But if I looked closer, I would notice the worry in her eyes And the beautiful way she always tries Her best for all of us. But I don’t look closer And now, I really must.