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Ageless Mom
Off to the office,
I made my way,
Stopping by the kitchen to bid the day.
But there she (mom) was,
lost in her cookery,
Not a care for my bye.
Yet I stood there,
a moment too long,
Taking in her old,
feeling all wrong.
Grey hairs, wrinkles,
lines so fine,
Her aging aching me.
"Why the serious stare?"
she questioned,
being amused,
While I stood there,
my thoughts confused.
"Your room a mess again?"
she chuckled low,
"I know you haven't,"
she declared with flair,
Dosa pan in hand, ready to scare.
But before I could plead
or make a sound,
She lunged at me, playfully bound.
With laughter and shrieks,
I dashed away,
Though time may pass
and wrinkles may show,
Her playful spirit still steals the show...
© Aboorva
🙏Thank you for reading 🙏
💐This is a prose poetry💐
❤😅🫂 Love you mom 🫂😁❤
I made my way,
Stopping by the kitchen to bid the day.
But there she (mom) was,
lost in her cookery,
Not a care for my bye.
Yet I stood there,
a moment too long,
Taking in her old,
feeling all wrong.
Grey hairs, wrinkles,
lines so fine,
Her aging aching me.
"Why the serious stare?"
she questioned,
being amused,
While I stood there,
my thoughts confused.
"Your room a mess again?"
she chuckled low,
"I know you haven't,"
she declared with flair,
Dosa pan in hand, ready to scare.
But before I could plead
or make a sound,
She lunged at me, playfully bound.
With laughter and shrieks,
I dashed away,
Though time may pass
and wrinkles may show,
Her playful spirit still steals the show...
© Aboorva
🙏Thank you for reading 🙏
💐This is a prose poetry💐
❤😅🫂 Love you mom 🫂😁❤
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