Time wave came and touched me,
A touch that brought a lot of change,
A few grey hair in my dark hair locks,
Stole my youth and made me look strange.
I get tired easily, mentally and physically,
That is taking me towards my dark grave slowly,
Children have grown up and moved to discover,
The world, waiting for them, with open arms.
Friends fighting their own battles of life,
I am lonesome as a mother and an aged wife.
Feeling as if I am losing that which was my own,
I am like furniture, put in the dumping zone.
Recollecting and recalling, all that I made in the past,
Did I return something to the world or not?
Is bearing motherhood just enough in life?
Or rearing as a good human is key and rife?
I gave everything to nurture my house and my partner,
Is that enough to pass the legacy as gardener?
I had left a few painted canvases hidden in my wardrobe,
Several unheard songs sung to echo on globe.
Emotive poetry written in rhyme and rhythm,
Few flowers embroidered on some clothes with wisdom,
I want to hand over all this cherished property,
Would anyone come to my funeral to claim my dead body?