Monologue of a Woman At Old Age Home

As I rummage through the pages of my life I remember my married life The hustle bustle the joys and the strife There was no time for rest and relaxation I was mother of 5 children Taking care of their studies Along with household duties We were poor Only one room was there We still manage beautifully together It was not easy I had to toil daily To ensure all were happy There were five marriages in all We managed it after all I had to work harder at those times Spend many sleepless night at times My children became doctor lawyer teacher engineer manager They moved to a house that was bigger Life got busier I had to take care of my grandchildren ….. Now I am bedridden They have put me in old age home They said you will be comfortable here mom I do nothing Maid takes care of everything I merely sit and think Why I sacrificed my youth and savings On these selfish beings I wish I had enjoyed life Instead of serving them day and night This is what I get in return For all that I did for them Life without gratitude and compassion. They treated me like a piece of wood Chucked me out when I was of no use It is very painful I have everything But life is so boring Bare walls are killing The room is bigger than my original house But without hustle bustle children Size is of no use I don't want material comforts I want love and joyful faces I search around for people with feelings I long to hear I care for your well being Children rarely come to visit That is very bad indeed I cannot do anything For I have nothing I spent everything For my children’s well being Even the bare walls laugh at me For all my stupidity They seem to say you should have kept something For future old age living You shouldn't have had so much expectations from your own children The world is full of selfish creatures Is it not eternally clear? Here i a long to talk to someone He need not be my own The maid does her duty She has no love for me She finishes fast and goes away I wish at least she would stay I merely sit and wonder What my children would be doing there? I wish they would come And take me away from here Life of love and compassion Different festivals in different season I live them in my mind I can no longer see them in life Daily I wait for a phone call to come Nothing comes no one has time I always thought when I die here I have four sons to lit my funeral pyre But now that confidence is no longer there They don't even visit me here Not even a phone call to say Dear mom happy birthday You did much beyond what words can say I am sorry I just couldn't repay. That would have comforted me I would have been somewhat happy At least they feel for me I wish God would take me away I pray for it everyday But it seems he too is merciless He too doesn’t care for my sadness Although I did so much I am waiting here for an inglorious death One girl comes everyday For 10 minutes she does stay I see the world through her To me she is dear Sometimes she buys my favourite chocolate Some fruits or biscuits I really look forward to her visit The World is not bad indeed She is my unborn daughter I wish all the world for her I pray to God to bless her I wish there would be many more like her Who have time for old people here When I die I know my family would not be there Now I have ended all my desire I chant gods name and wish such a situation Would never befall on my children Yes about them I still care I am after all their mother