With my sons living far away

with the timings in a stray

one might be getting up with the morn

the other would be retiring in a worn

whilst the third be involved in work all through

as a mother I make no calls  in true

fearing I would distract them

and  really disturb them

but wait in anxiety to hear their voice

a day without talking  leaves me with no choice

as there surrounds a gloom and a worry

while my heart pounds with a query

as how they are getting on in distant lands

hoping they are well  without any difficult stands

so  the day passes on the whole

dull and dim, moving without a goal

Well, that has become my routine nowadays

eagerly looking out for their return in a gaze.