Natasha Sequeira
‘Shh!’ She said,
It’s almost time,
Your dad will be home,
By and by.’
‘Hush’, said the children,
‘Let us hurry!
Keep our toys in place,
Oh, do let us scurry.
For dad may enter,
Upset at the rain.
Or be cross with dinner, the news,
Or grumble at the mess we’ve made!’
It’s true, their dad would be home soon,
Bringing with him a pall of gloom.
It’s true he’d bathe, then sit
in his rocking chair,
But even while home,
He’s never ever quite all there!
😮😯
Fantastic 👏👏
Thanks for reading and liking it Sonali Ray
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Nice one Natasha. Lot of kids and families feel that way.
Thanks for reading, Nitika dear. Indeed, such a tragedy
Such a tragedy..
Rightly said, Sai!💚
Such a poignant poem. 💚
Thanks dear
The nuclear family life..
where everyone there but actually not present….
Indeed Fatema. Thanks for reading:)
That last line.. Never quite there… Clinches it all