Poor Mothering…

Whenever you need me,
I was always there…
Over the years we shared,
Bunch of joys, fits of anger
And so many tears…
May be I was not good at mothering,
And the path I showed you in life…
Maybe you did not believe in choosing so.
I know you can fix things on your own,
Not following any rules or the path I show…
And now you wished me to live with…
An empty soul and dark days.
I will take it as a gift from you in return…
Will live in dark from today
Living with your love in darkness.
You have shown me after this day…

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag