There were days when homes used to be filled with laughter,arguments,fights,jokes and loads of mischief.
Pens and books all over and clothes messing the rooms,thrown on the beds.
I used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
One will wake up and say:
Ma i can not find a certain book.
And the other will say;I cant find my perfume.
And one will say;mama where is my homewprk.
Amd another;mama I forgot to complete my homework.
Everyone used to ask about about their lost possessions.And I will say,but take care of your stuff,be responsible,you have to grow up.
And today I stand at the doorway of the room.The beds are empty.All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothea in them.And what remaina is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
Everyone had a special smell,so I take in the smell of their perfume of maybe it will fill the empty ache in my heart.
All I have now is the memory of their laughs and their mimschief and their warm lungs.
Today my house is clean and organised and everything is in its place,and it is calm and peaceful.But it is like a desert with no life in it.Do not be angry with your kids about the mess.
Evertime they come to visit and they spend time with us,when they are ready to leave,they pull their bags and it is as if they tug my heart along with it.
They close the door behind them and then I stand still and think of the many times I shouted them to close the doors.
Here I am today,closing my own doors,nobody opens it besides me.Each one gone to a different city or a different country.All left to find their own path in life.
They have grown up and I wished that they could stay with me forever.
Oh God----Take care of them and all other children wherever they may be,for you are their guide and protector and always keep them happy.
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