I come home
tired of work,
When I lay on the bed,
I hear my kid
asking me for food
I get up and,
go, give her food
I come back
to my room,
Carrying the pain
at my back
And,
When I lay on bed,
I hear my kid
ask me to help him
with homework.
I go back to my kid, and
I return with my leg pain
When I lay on my bed,
My alarm rings off
I got up,
wash dishes,
cook food, clean house
Serve my kid
Serve my husband
Serve my in-laws
my hand aches
I come back,
Worn out of work,
I lay on my bed,
As I drift into sleep,
I sense his breath,
And,
I hear him say,
"I Love You, wife."
Omitted out of ache
I surrender to him
only to have more ache,
Still, I bore it;
After all,
it is my responsibility.

-Bhavana:-)

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