Children

She was sitting on the doorstep 

Staring at the road 

waiting for her children 

to arrive. 

There was a time 

when her house was live 

Their life revolved around her kids 

they forgot their life exists 

 but now in the mist 

Their toys, their joys 

 their laughter, their cries 

were the only their tries 

can not be replaced by 

how and whys 

Their scattered books 

their bags on hooks

the alarm clocks fallen,

still ticking away 

 please don't run away. 

These birds will fly away 

Alone you have to stay 

the rooms shall echo 

 with their sweet memories, 

The house, now in perfect state 

each article in place 

the vacant rooms

does not give happiness 

unless they vibrate, reverberate with sounds 

 of laughter, giggle 

complaint and fiddle 

Mom! Dad! 

We are here!

In her eyes there were tears 

of joy!