Wednesday, June 16, 2010
We were an enthusiastic team once
as we competed to raise a healthy child
he, with his professional tact and hidden affection,
me, with my maternal warmth and instinctive wisdom
we struggled happily
moulding clay we held daintily in our hands everyday.
Initial euphoria of influencing thought
slowly ceased as we were taught to falter and learn
growing up together with our mound of clay.
Now, we sit together to mourn failed expectations
as our child, our hope,
longs for a home away from home,
from our home
preferring the world of the west
to our quiet and cozy nest.
Where had we gone wrong we wonder!
We search frantically for errors in the files of our past
forgetting that the die up there had already been cast!
Battling with memories of by gone days,
we wage little wars with tattered desires.
We silently observe other teams as they mould their dreams
wondering whether their mound of clay
will stay or go away
like the large space in our little home-
an emptiness that keeps growing with every moment
clawing at our heart, tearing our emotions apart.
We cling onto hope. We still want to be a team!