Being with grand kids
a lovely experience
one unexpected leaves
me filled with joy.
It is not the happiness
that counts alone
but the responsibility
that calls.
it is been a forgotten
role, that of a mother,
My children being away
for more than a decade.
I try to refresh and rekindle
the passion lost long.
I take care of them,
cook what they like.
Not any day, a stellar performance ,
I turn busy, run on errands,
bathe them, feed them,
an unexpected rejuvenation
happens.I am a mother encore.
I support them full, spite of being a
ghost of what I was
ten years from now.
Meenas Poems 