Sunday, March 27, 2016

Footsteps

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Stomping of his feet
Made me aware
Of his erratic moods
Sweeping his mind.

I was no angel,
No tarot card reader
No astrologer
To read his mind.

I, was his mother
Who very well
Understood
The mood-swings of her child
And
The footsteps that followed
Warned me
What was in queue?
And
I was ready with my tools
To handle
My growing kids...

© Ila Varma 27-03-2016

Post written for Daily Post Prompt Footsteps.

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