I often visit the kids room, to find only silence. No open notebooks, no coffee mugs, no pens lying here and there. No rolled-in socks and shoes with laces open, no clothes on the bed. Everything is so organised. Isn’t it just the way I always wanted it to be? The wall piece that I had created using their baby clothes sucks me in. I sit on their bed and cry, cry hard. Infinite thoughts start bubbling in my mind. I must take Control, so I pick up a pen and diary and this room starts talking to me.

The Kids Room

It feels like the children's room is talking to me,
Whenever I come here,
Their scattered belongings don't seem to be here,
Their shoes are no longer scattered around,
Neither are their half-open books,
Nor are their pens lying open,
Nor is the morning's milk glass on the table,
But there's a feeling,
And this room talks to me:
'Mom,
We're learning to fly now,
You gave us life,
Now it's our time...
To experience the feeling
Called life,
You taught us to walk,
Now it's our time
To create our own path,
Just like you did when you were our age,
Isn't it, Mom?
We know that
Life has changed for you,
But it has changed for us too
you don’t see us,
And we see many unknown people,
With whom we have to learn to walk,
you remember us while serving the food,
And when we eat the same old food every day,
We miss the dining table at home...
When we were small,
You must have thought,
When will these children grow up?
When will I get time for myself....
This time is yours, Mom...
You made our lives your own,
Now let go of that thread...
Just a little,
The bond will remain forever, that's our promise,
We just have to take care of our own thread, Because you, now
Have to learn to live again,
For yourself,
You used to beam with joy at our smiles,
Now look at yourself in the mirror with full joy...
A smile will definitely come on your lips,
And that happiness will reach us too.
And I smile.