Mommy muses…

On the purple couch
She does belong,
And she sings along,
Between numbers divine-
Ruth B's 'Lost boy' 
She plays again,
And humming Trampoline,
By amazing Shaed and Zayn,
My princess shifts,
In the next moment,
Taylor Swift's
Melody drifts. 


Outdoors, the Virus
Covid 19 corpses pile,
Indoors 24 by 7, 
Locked down we cope
To keep alive hope,
Try home remedies so naive,
Praying they do survive,
Days elapsed more than
Three Sixty Five.

  
I keep glued my eye
To the 15×17" screen,
On the digital
'virtual' platform
I 'Meet' strangers,
And also my own,
Our voices low, 
Our spirit sunk, 
With cameras off 
On Zoom, 
Our world's shrunk
Into our living room.
  
Her O level Exams 
In 2021 scheduled,
How short a reign
Childhood ruled!
I feel cheated
By Time, fooled.


Am I ready 
For the silence
That will follow soon,
For Papa Johns pizza,
No more sulky tantrum,
No one over-the-moon?

Am I ready
To say goodbye
As she'll pack
My heavy heart 
In her backpack?

Are moms able 
To recall
How to thrive?
Or do they amidst 
A mount of 
Muted memories cry?

Will I pretend 
To smile and survive,
Counting each day,
Till my kid beloved,
For a short visit 
Will arrive next May?
Is that how I'll 
Suddenly, rapidly 
Go wrinkled and grey?

Till then,
Though listless,
Am I suppose to 
Just breathe, 
And glance 
At lifeless doors
And dull chores replete
Just repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat? 

How do I thrive
After my nestling,
Far away will fly,
Into a distant sky?