The Lonely Old Woman

Umayal Subramaniam posted under PenMuse-61 Poetry on 2024-03-21



Lounging alone in the darkness She heard the astute heaviness Of the grandfather clock ticking With a heavy sigh, sweat dripping, her heart restless Thinking of the past, her childhood Days she spent in the neighbourhood Joy and happiness with her friends Beautiful and lovely events of her girlhood Then came the phase called as marriage Which ended up as a scrimmage She became a mother of two As a single mother she grew, with all courage Her kids left to some foreign land, Beyond the seas, oceans and sand Lonely without a companion Without any interaction, a one man band