Childhood At Seventy Five
“No... I am going to eat that piece of cake!” she screamed on top of her voice
He knew that he had no choice.
The person who used to threaten him about the horrors of tooth decay
Had now herself became a child.
But he was happy to see her that way
She had worked her all her life till her hair got grey.
She wanted him to have a good future,
So she sacrificed everything without saying a word.
Despite of this fact his entire childhood her silent wails he heard.
He still remembered that day as if it was just yesterday
He had got his first job and importance of savings he was taught.
The person standing before him cribbing like a toddler
Was the same person from whom he had learnt the most valuable life lessons!
He decided to cut her some slack
And just like that he was thrown into flash back
Her life had been so hard
With death of her husband and a one year old in her yard
But giving up wasn’t an option for her
Because she knew being an orphan how much you suffer
She looked at her pretty little boy and promised him all the joy.
Remembering that his heart was filled with gratitude
And instantly that changed his attitude
And giving up he said with a smile “But you will get only one.”
Being agitated she said “Don’t you tell me what to do! I am your mom!”
He simply sighed and smirked
At last at age of seventy five
His mother was reliving the childhood that was to her once deprived…
Copyright © Midnight Mystry | Year Posted 2017
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