The many ways to accomplish the tasks at hand
Inwards did the door suddenly fly and in waltzed a harried stranger
The youngish face, very familiar and pretty to behold
Have we by any chance met somewhere?
This familiar stranger regarding me with accusing eyes
As she silently sends her queries to my mind so dim
And for a brief moment, we are united albeit still two
Our bodies are two, yet one in mind we are
What had become of the lofty dreams, she asks
The fantasies we wove together in glee?
Contemplating as I gaze upwards at the bright beams
What does this stranger want from me now I am free?
Numerous haunting questions still dancing on the tips of her tongue
She continues, what had become of all the academic plans?
Have the zillion business plans blown away by the wind of time?
The skills acquisition programs and book writing projects forever sealed in bins?
And the planned holidays carefully thought out in our prime?
She continues to regard me sadly, this familiar stranger.
I have no choice than to nod silently in agreement
The many deserved accusations are well a result of my slack
The silent condemnations still flowing as she becomes vehement
All well soaked up as we sit silently communing in the dark
Then I gently rise beckoning to her to come with me
To where the little wonders reclined, we go
There they are, squealing in front of the TV in oblivion of all
Now comes my turn to explain as I point wistfully so
And announced silently to this familiar stranger soft like a doll
Though they are on loan to me but these are my accomplishments, my laurels.
My sunshine and cheerleaders worth more than gold
My sweet clan, the very essence of my being
For to shape, guide, nurture and preen
And fulfill the divine mandate, lofty plans must be tuned low
Sacrifices must be made, wrapped with love
In full acceptance of what was, what is and what will be
Till a time they can stand tall, walk unaided and fly like a dove
In a world they are being trained to make their own
A time when all would be done with and acknowledged
She looks back at me, this familiar stranger like a kin
Tears coursing silently down her cheeks
Forging a dewy path down her clear youthful skin
And she nods in gratitude, all angers forgone as we speak
As full comprehension dawns on her that dreams put on hold are not aborted
Finally, she silently waltzed out as she came in,
Just met the woman I have become.