Ever since I became a mother,
I had so much to do, so much to bother.
Working hard was my routine,
I wanted my children to be a king and queen.
I prepared the best of breakfast,
All so yummy, nothing in plate last.
Washing clothes cleaning room,
Dusting and setting, using the broom.
I did not hire a nanny,
I saved every penny.
When they grew I bought them priced possessions
Though I sacrificed my obsession
They wanted all branded clothes,
I kept bringing new in their wardrobe.
Best of toilet items and cosmetics
Making them beautiful and charismatic.
Years passed wearing the yarn, thorough,
Stitching and hemming my sorrow.
The tempest of life tried to uproot me,
But I was deep-rooted, anchored, you see.
While the time flew,
All my set backs I sew,
Ignoring every pleat which pained,
My children were my possession love I gained.
Forever I was a mother doted,
They were my pride I quoted.
One day I failed to fulfill their wish,
They were furious and said a good by a kiss.
Alas! I lost my battle,
No, they were gone I had nothing to settle.
I looked at the door with eyes so dim,
My lips quiver, my hands numb.
Now alone I lay in my coffin,
They may realize my presence I pray often…