Amazing woman

'You're an amazing woman', I said.
'I don't want to be an amazing woman,
I want his dad to be an amazi...'.
She stopped mid-sentence as she was
preparing a hot chocolate for her son.
Spilling some cocoa on the worktop
as she was moving the tea spoon between
the cocoa powder box and the mug,
and the milk was splashing out
as she was stirring the spoon in circles,
and the skin encircling her eyes was
turning pink and red and her tears
were splashing on the worktop-skin
of her face, salty and bitter-sweet
as she was placing the mug down
next to her child.