Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness
Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness
"Won't you be home for dinner?" She asked
"Nope, I have a party tonight," he said and disconnected the call.
Mom, Gonna have dinner with friends, her mobile beeped
Okay dear. Be careful. I'll wait for you, she replied.
"I am hungry. Can you please serve me the food mom?"
Irritation and impatience, evident in the teenager's voice.
'Oh my god, I did not call mom today,' she said to herself
"What happened? I was waiting for your call since evening," came the response.
That was some of her typical days as a perfect home maker
But that was what she chose to be.
If only she had not forgotten that she too had a life
In the tribulation her eyes always envision.
A fade dream life that is buried deep but lays dormant
Forgetting which gives her a life of content.
Twenty-three years hence, she still wonders
Her ability to recall her long-lost forgotten self.