The Sunday Morning - A Housewife

With ray of light she open her eyes
to fill her world with her care & love
Even though when everyone is sleep
weekend retire never sways her thought
She does her chores with all the zeal
no body sees her taking any rest
She is always upright at her best

She plans the whole day to spend some time
with her busy husband and children grown
From the crunchy breakfast to savoury lunch
she makes all special dishes for them to relish

But her Sundays have become void too
all have clubs, friends and commitments
prefixing mom & darling to the phrase
I am going, will be back soon, they
all leave for the Sunday to play

As everyone goes out leaving her there lonely
she just parts all the preparations she was doing
And she laid back on her bed, lazily, tiredly
creeping in to herself and dreaming of that,
yet to come ‘Relaxed loving Sunday of her life.’

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