House of Pain
her first cry, his first wails
her first giggle, his first snicker
her first steps, his first stride
her first dada, his first mama.
she went to school and said goodbye
he went to school and hung on to my skirt
she won an award and asked for a prize
he got a medal and placed it on my neck.
she liked a boy in school
he fancied a girl in class
her heart breaks, she cries on my lap
his heart breaks, he hugs me.
she talks back when scolded
he says sorry when admonished
she graduates, works…
he moves on to more school years
her happiness, his glee
her problems, his concerns
everything is kept in a mother’s heart
no complaints, part of a mother’s journey
no detours, always straight home.
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