Chai-Biscuit…..

The rolled blankets and the dripping nose,
Told a tale of a kid’s innocent soul,
Rolled in his blanket wiping the hose,
Called out to her, asking for his biscuit bowl….

She yelled ‘right up’, from the kitchen,
Just, stay put with whatever you’re doing,
But don’t, touch the sweets or you’ll get caught by the demon,
A demon I knew never existed, but I’ve always needed a little shooing….

I still got up, to pick up a sweet,
Then heard her footsteps and jumped right back,
She opened the door balancing the tray and calling me a tweet,
For she knew I tried on my love sitting, to the right of my rack….

She ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss,
Saying finish it all, it will give you strength,
I saw my bowl and a cup beside, giving an aroma, no one could miss,
Picked up the cup and took a sip, to burn my tongue and shout at length….

With that heavenly mixture of milk and something,
My mouth was full and couldn’t speak a word,
I gulped a biscuit and left the bowl tumbling,
It melted within a second, left me sighing with a vision blurred….

It was a cup of the special tea, my mum made for me,
Which she would serve with biscuits and glee,
Better than the sweets, or honey from Mr.Bee,
She called it Chai-Biscuit, a magic potion for the fever to flee….