When I see the chirpy you,
Beaming at me from behind the mesh…..
Whenever your little hands
Rub my bare arms before you drift off to sleep…..
Whenever you stomp around
Bickering for some cheese in the snack….
Whenever you slide in my bed
Long after I have ensured you were dozing in yours…..
Whenever you are jittery
Before the semester exam…..
Whenever you cycle around
With earphones stuck in and I’m scared….
Whenever I see
The rebel in your teenage silhouette……
Whenever I feel I had an option….
And I wonder what I would be doing.
I’m reassured every time
I’d scoop you in my arms….
I’d rather be cherishing you,
I’d rather be mothering you….