Mom
It is never easy being a mommy,
Don't say , no big deal ,dear me...
And to be called a mother of an eighteen year old ,
Scurrying pass the growing up issues
Now seem to be manifold !!!!
Seems like yesterday
, picking up the wet towel from the bed ,
Or the unpaired socks strewn careless.....
Trust you me , not exaggerating ...
The room, the wardrobe is still a complete mess !!!
N unshamedly, the ghastly ( read motherly
ππ€ͺ) instincts , allow me to confess ...
As if already do not have in my kitty to stress π....
Sniffing his clothes for any odd smell or smearππ..
A part of me secretly doesn't want them to be there !!!!
Sneaking
into his insta /FB or his visited sites ...
Wasn't worrying about his whereabouts my birth right ??? π
But ,
He is a sweetheart n my cherished little one , however taller he grows ,
God knows till when i shall
bother to stay on my toes !!!!!! π
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- © Rupika Tandon