It's 8.30am The maid has not arrived. The breakfast is not ready, And I have tiffins to fill. The laundry heap increases, The groceries need refill. The elder one has homework, The younger one's still sleeping. There's no egg in the fridge, The milk just spills over. I have a conference today, My blouse needs ironing. There's a workshop in the school, I don't know how to manage. My mother in law is here To ask medicines for backache. A call from the bathroom “I’ve forgotten the towel ” The cat mews, the birds chirp, The plants need watering. The phone beeps To remind me of a pleural tap. The receptionist calls Full appointments overall. My shoulders aches I have no one to tell. My eyes are heavy With last night's on call. I don't remember the last time I had been to the parlor. My nails are brittle, My hair needs a color. My clothes have lost the sheen I need a wardrobe makeover. But before that I've to pick up The toys that are scattered. I think it was last year When I spoke to my sister. Can't recollect the moment When I chatted with my mother. I'm no feminist I'm no atheist I know not what I'm More than a housekeeper, a mother and a doctor. I may be an orator, A painter, an artist, A singer, a poetess, A traveller, a cyclist, A writer, a musician, A craftsman, philanthropist. The last time I tried To find out my ability My child scored badly And you know what followed exactly. So next time she got a gold medal They praised her father's genes I remembered my trophies Which no one had seen. I know not what my daughter Will do after growing up. But I'm sure these responsibilities Will never stop to follow her. Marriages are made in heaven Love is a fairy tale. I'm sure every working woman Has a different story to tell. So, whenever you look At a house that's tidy, A child who is happy, Intelligent and healthy, Remember, it's the woman behind Who sacrificed her sleep, her degrees, her passion her ambitions and needs. Give her a pat, a word of praise, a ear to listen, a helping hand It's always a woman who makes the house a home. But it's everyone's duty To make her feel at home..
A nice read. I enjoyed every element of work at hearth and home when executed by a woman. God said, “you see But for my keeping mother’s omnipresence, world would be a nasty web”. Thanks and Regards.
Dear Cheeniya sir, It is all true but she never regrets or feels self pity. Lady is the backbone of home....any home....every stage of life. Syamala