Note Book
Note book
Lying on her bed,
She stretched her hand,
To grab the note book,
From her bed side table.
Her arthritis crippled her,
Her movements are limited,
The only companion is note book,
She finds solace in it.
Every page has a story to tell,
Her childhood spent with her parents,
Her young days at her work place,
Her life with her husband and children.
Years rolled by her children got married,
They left their parents and gone away,
Both husband and wife are alone,
Few years later her husband died.
The children put the invalid mom in a home,
They visit her every Mother's Day,
Her birthday was never forgotten,
The children were there with the grand kids.
Mom's great friend is her note book,
It is always by her bedside carrying,
Her life history, family history and thoughts,
Every time she opens it tears roll down.
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