“Won’t you be home
for dinner?” She asked
“Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected the call.
Mom, Gonna have
dinner with friends, her mobile beeped
Okay dear. Be careful. I’ll wait for you, she replied.
“I am hungry. Can
you please serve me the food mom?”
Irritation and impatience, evident in the teenager’s voice.
‘Oh my god, I did
not call mom today,’ she said to herself
“What happened? I was waiting for your call since evening,” came the response.
That was some of
her typical days as a perfect homemaker
But that was what she chose to be.
If only she had not
forgotten that she too had a life
In the tribulation her eyes always envision.
A faded dream life,
buried deep but lays dormant
Forgetting which gives her a life of content.
Twenty-three years
hence, she still wonders
Her ability to recall her long lost forgotten self.
All she now knows
is to anchor her ship set on sail
Providing guidance standing aloof, detached.
