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Jan 2019
When I am SITTING doing NOTHING
I thinks of my son who had left me void,

When I am WALKING alone in street
I remember my son and time well spent,

When I am COOKING I feel guilty of leaving my son alone at times,

My son who was special
My son who was dependent on me,
My son who left me early.

My son,
For some doctors he was classic example VEGETABLE,
For others he was point of research,
They told her so point blank on my face,
He will not live beyond 10 or 11,
he passed at 11&1/2...!


My son, whose passing away,
I could not grieve..
Coz,
he was a LIBERATED SOUL..
I held back my tears
To CELEBRATE his LIFE,
I held back my tears to
HAIL his NEW LIFE.
At times when I am
DOING NOTHING
I spend my time
RETROSPECTING....!!!

When people see me DOING NOTHING,
They call me NAMES,

LAZY for some
FREE for some
HAPPY for some
LIBERATED for some
INDEPENDENT for some
LUCKY for some....!!!
Coz'
to cry my heart out
is not just me...!

I FEEL LIKE ASKING -
Do they see ME
-
Shopping,
Watching movies
Enjoying parties
Laughing
Gossiping...
???

When I do nothing,
Let me be,
Let me be in memory of my son...
My mind needs no DISTRACTION,
My body needs no REPAIRS,
My face needs no FACIALS,
My hair needs no MASSAGING...!

I am fine by myself
LET ME BE...!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
22/1/2019
Dedicated to all mom s who have born special kids.
Sparkle in Wisdom
Written by
Sparkle in Wisdom  43/F/West Africa
(43/F/West Africa)   
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