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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