Mommy

Mommy- A Busy Figure

The young sun wakes the mommy, hurries with morning errands

 and back to bedroom, to wake up her two favourite people.

 The daughter goes to school with tears in her eyes.

Is she not a good mother?                                         

Mommy, the search flight finds her mate’s  files and keys.

 He goes off with angry face without saying farewell.

She considers him a part of her life.

Is she not a good wife?

 In the school, children wishes her good day.

 She teaches them with all her heart, the values in life.

At the end of the day they go away with evil say.

Is she not a good teacher?

Reaching home at five in the evening,

her daughter waiting to ask her,

“Mommy, what took you so long?

Why don’t you stay at home like Daza’s mom?”

Mommy has no time, has laundry,

cleaning, cooking, lesson planning

 And time soon to go to bed.

 Mommy asks, “Have I done all the work?”

Her daughter often asks, “Are you my new mom?

Do you love me?”

Her questions fling her back, back

to recollect what wrong she did?

 She stares at the open sky, puzzled like a student caught cheating by a teacher,

 Wondering how she could be a perfect wife, a perfect mother, a perfect teacher…

Written by Sonam Choden