The Trembling Hands
The trembling hands
“Did you do what I asked you to do”?
She releases a sigh that comes from deeply within….
The tasks and burden are mounting… no time to breathe…. no time to think.
She feels as if her life has been taken over selfishly!
All that remains of her, are the lovely memories of her family.
All seems to have become in a hurry.
No time to reflect, none to ponder on more meaningful thoughts,
Unless she somehow “steals” a moment of peace and calm…
Which, happens once in a while… when she is at the edge…
When she feels that she is pushed to the boiling stage.
No matter what she does or how hard she tries,
While sitting comfortably on the couch, watching TV,
He barely acknowledges how overwhelmed she looks,
Not even noticing that her hands are trembling,
That may be it would be sensible to treat her kindly and help instead of blaming…
Or even a “Thank you!” or a smile ? would warm up her heart,
The warm heart that she is finding hard to keep warm.
Far away from the source of happiness and light,
She is holding tight on the rope of hope and faith,
Smiling to herself in the mirror, to get a sense of love and care.
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